Either

I don't know either ... I really don't although I wish I did.

I'm sorry I have no answers to my own questions; I'm sorry I can't provide me with any, nor you...

I wish I were your answer. But I am not.

I don't know why man is a bundle of contradiction. I don't know why emotions are difficult to manage. I don't know why people are unable to control their emotions. I don't know why we fall in love unwittingly. I don't know what makes one love another. I don't know why it is you - I don't know why it has to be you when I know for all certainty that it would be an impossibility. I don't know why, when man has conquered light years, the space that seems always impossible to bridge is that between the head and the heart. I don't know why in spite of all my ability to rationalise and comprehend I'm unable to make sense of this emotional senselessness. I don't know why I'm still hoping in spite of the hopelessness. I don't know why you make me happy. I don't know why it has to be you. I don't know why I did not consciously choose you. I don't know why despite the brevity of encounters and the distant admiration it seems to be you. I don't know why I constantly get entangled in such impossibilities of relationships. I don't know why I am lured to hopelessness like a moth to the flame. I don't know why humanity seems destined to inflict pain on itself. I don't know why an unreciprocated love and unconcern seems to be the condition of normalcy in modernity. I don't know why people love another only for that other to love another. I don't know why this monologue. I don't know why the cliches. I don't know why the questions.

And I don't know why things are often better left unsaid. Silence often speaks louder than any utterance or expression.

Because in saying, we always already have not spoken, we always already lose what we truly mean. Because in saying, I risk losing the little that I have with you, the little that I cherish so much. And although I wish things could be different, life could be simpler, and perhaps there would be some possibility of reciprocation in the way I can only wish - in an alternate time and space - I would rather opt for the present where ignorance assures that simple bliss, that meagre happiness I get when you respond and are with me.

And so you will never know... And neither would I...

I don't know why I have no answers. But if I did have the answers to all of life's questions, what life would there be left to lead?