Why??

Never have I figured out WHY I ask the question ‘why?’ Why do I wonder why things are the way they are and not the way they are not? Why do I get in those inexplicable zones of wondering why I am the way I am? Why I love myself the way I am or simply hate myself for the things I hate? My friend tells me to stop asking this question to myself and assures that I will be happier that way. And I ask him ‘why’ he thinks so? And ‘why’ he doesn’t want me to ask ‘why’?
You know why? Unless you know ‘why’, u can’t make things the way u would want them to be. But then ‘why’ do I think they will ever be the way I want them to be? Me the almighty? Nah…..why do I question? Why do I rebel? Why do I complain? Why do I insist??
You know ‘why’? Because I LIVE..[now come on!! Don’t ask me WHY I live??