“Why” is a rude word. Confrontational. Never well-answered enough to settle the heart. Never really answered at all.
Why did she do that? Why do you do this? Why did that happen? Why did I say that? Why don’t I know?
I won’t ask the question any more. I choose, for now, to take Why out for a long drive and set it loose on the edge of my mind. Why can run free somewhere else.
Why eats too much and drinks too much and takes everything I have.
What do I have? I have Love, and Yes, and Take Your Time to Figure It Out, and You are D0ing Your Best, gifts I give to myself and to the loves of my life.
That is enough.