No Answer

But I have no answer to your questions.

Neither for you nor for myself.

I wish I did. But I do not.

I would search the deepest recesses of the human mind, probe the psychology of the most unfathmoble, read the world's annals of wisdom. But I will never find an answer.

I do not know why life treats us so harshly. I do not know why living can seem like hell itself. I do not know why the pain is at times so unbearable. I do not know why it takes such herculean effort to live. I do not know why life can taste so bitter at times.

I do not know why it hurts so much to love. I do not know why we love only to be disappointed. I do not know why love is not only blind but cruel. I do not know why the object of our affection is the subject of somebody else's. I do not know why we subscribe to the myth of that 'someone-out-there'. I do not know why we spend half our lives searching only to fail. I do not know why we fall prey to the fairy tale of a 'happily-ever-after'. I do not know why we love only to lose.

I do not know why words have lost their meaning. I do not know why promises and vows are no longer kept. I do not know why marriages no longer last. I do not know why husbands cheat and wives betray. I do not know why teenagers take so lightly relationships, to end even before it's begun.

I do not know why families are falling apart. I do not know why spouses fight. I do not know why mother's hit their sons. I do not know why father's abuse their daughters. I do not know why the house today is no longer a home.

I do not know why humanity is inconstant. I do not know why people disappoint. I do not know why people surround themselves with people only to feel lonely. I do not why some make use of others to dispel the reality of their blinding isolation. I do not know why friendship means so little today. I do not know why people come and go. I do not know why nothing really lasts.

I do not know why there is sadness. I do not know we struggle with feelings of inadequacy, unworthiness, and worthlessness. I do not know why our best waking hours are spent desiring for the return of a past that no longer is. I do not know why we live lives of longing and regret. I do not know what is the purpose of reminiscing.

I do not know why everybody lies. I do not know why we keep secrets. I do not know why we fear how the world sees us. I do not know why we fear to see ourselves. I do not know why we fear difference. I do not know why we're afraid of being different.

I do not know why we run or where we're running to. I do not know what we're pursuing or why we're chasing.

I do not know why we die. I do not why we live. I do not know why we're here.

But I do know this...

That even if humanity threatens to tear itself apart, if the world hangs on the edge of impending destruction, if the seas rupture with ageing fury. Even if the sky disintegrates fragment by fragment, if the Evenstar fades and the moon turns blood red. Even if life plagues us with questions that we will never have an answer for... I will be there for you. I will always be. And I will try to fix you.

I know it's not much but it's all I have, to offer. And with the promise of my constant presence, I lay my life as a wager. For I still know, with absolute certainty, my word is who I am.

Why...

Because you're a friend. And that, I hope, is sufficient...



For you, my dear friend.