#79: A Question With No Answer
Because the very question is inappropriate
The unhappiness which source I can address can be cured.
Yet some forms of unhappiness are outside of my control. That unhappiness is a continuous question with no answer.
Time dulls the pain but certainly doesn’t eradicate it.
Attention distracts me but will spring back when triggered.
Memory will wander around but always comes back.
A load of wasted time, energy, people lost, the time with those people lost, wasted potential, regret at crucial missteps is a maze with no escape. Any form of cure is either an excuse, an illusion, or a lie that temporarily eases the pain.
What is the way out of the maze? To realize that there is no answer and that pain is to be embraced. There is no fair outcome, no award for hard earnest work, no reward for being honest, and no punishment for being dishonest. No one and nothing is waiting to console and compensate me for my pains, to give me the sought answer to the question: “Why me?” Because the very question is inappropriate.