Why does it happen sometimes that a major event in your life does not affect you the way it should and a small, insignificant thing or action leaves you greatly disturbed?
Why is Love the most powerful thing, which can be the most beautiful and, at the same time, most devastating thing in your life?
Why does it happen that you start hating the person you desperately love and even start falling in love with a person you despise?
Why do changes have to be so hard?
Why can’t a friend be there for us when we need him or her?
Why does it happen that the person we trusted the most turns out the most untrustworthy person around?
Why can’t we live our lives the way we want to and not let others define it [Its OUR life after all!]?
Why doesn't death come easily and at the time we want it to come?
Why do we have to go to work?
Why can’t people accept us the way we are and not the way we should be?
Why is this life so long and yet not enough?
Why do people hurt others?
Why do other people get hurt when we don’t mean to hurt them?
Why does the friendship of years end with an enmity that lasts even longer?
Why was life was simpler when we were toddlers and were amazed by simple things?
Why do some songs make you cry?
Why do we cry?
Why is crying weakness in some eyes?
Why can’t some people just see through us even when we want them to and others can?
Why am I asking these questions?