BECAUSE.

Does everything have a cause-effect relationship? And if yes, is it necessary, is it even possible, to assign and define the cause of everything that happens?

I have read some 50 blog posts in the last few hours, a good percentage of which were some very old posts on my own blogs. I notice that inquisitiveness is one of the basic, and infact good qualities of human beings. I also realise I question a lot, and a lot of my blog posts, including this one, begin/end with a question. Most of the times I do not have a definite answer to the question. At least to begin with. But reflection is a wonderful activity. At least most of the times. As I keep saying, moments of clarity are good for the soul, and most bright ideas come in the middle of complete chaos. Or maybe that's what they call the 'voice from within' that suddenly tells you what you always knew, but never knew you did. Which then, means, that 'why' is not that bad a question afterall, even though it has a risk of being reduced to rhetoric.(A good example of rhetoric would be "why am I the way I am?". A wasted 'why'. )

But the problem for me is when the question changes to "Tell me why, and do that quickly!".

The rider of time, or the vice of haste, couple with the question to reduce it's worth to often pitiable amounts, because the most brilliant questions do not have immediate answers. Similarly the most brilliant answers did not come with a constraint on time.

I think "What?"is a good question. "How much?" is helpful too at times. They help in identifying and acknowledging something that deserves attention. But "why?"needs more then just a little attention. And I wouldn't tell you why I say this, because I'm still figuring that bit out properly.

But still, having said this, Í'm not sure if there can and should be a'' why'' that is answerable all the time.

Reason, they say, is something all fears would fail in the light of. Perhaps. But I'm not convinced, yet.

"Why do I work?", for instance is something I'd like to ask myself, because it'd give me direction and perspective. "Why do I live?"is philosophy, and it's one of those things that'good to ask without obsessively waiting for the complete answer. "Why do I love?", however, is something I can never answer and I shall never ask. Because logic doesn't work, not for me, atleast, where passion can.

I'm faced with several whys in my life at the moment, and I simultaneously believe that whys are good questions and bad questions; they should be answered and they should not be answered, or even asked. I don't know what's right now. I'm struggling with many too many becauses.

You can blame me that I hardly ever take a stand, but I am genuinely confused at the moment(it's exam time afterall; I'm bound to be haunted with existentialism!).

Somebody tell me why does there have to be a 'because' to everything?