Why?

A lot has been on my brain. I work at a preschool and a lot of the 2 and 3 year olds go through this stage of asking why to everything. 

"So the very hungry caterpillar ate a green leaf. "Why?" "Because he was hungry. "Why?" "Because he needs energy." "Why?" "So he can grow" "Why?" "So he can turn into a butterfly." "Why?" "That is just how things work, I don't know why, will you just listen to the story?!?!?!"

That is how it usually goes with me and the kids. I explain to them as much as I can, but honestly I don't know why there are butterflies. I like them, they are beautiful. I mean to a certain extent they are there to help pollinate flowers, which are there to produce oxygen and fruit, so animals can breath and eat, and then poop up their seeds providing fertilizer so the plants can grow and butterflies can eat from them and then spread their pollen. . . and it begins again.

My brain converses with itself like that. Part of my brain is a 3 yearold, and the other is an adult. Except in the end the adult in my brain too has to wonder. . . why? Why does space exist? Why does the Earth exist? Why do humans think they are the smartest beings? Why do humans think just because we do something it is the only way we can do it? Why can I fly in my dreams but not in real life? Why when I wake up from dreams do I feel like the interactions between the people in them really happened. Sometimes I am disappointed that they didn't actually. Why is that? Why do some people work really hard and are genuinely good people, and get shit, and others do barely anything, or commit crime and get so much. Why am I so lucky to have so many people who like me? What did I do to make them like me. Don't get me wrong, I feel blessed to be liked by so many people. But why do they like me. I am not particularly exciting. Honestly I am pretty selfish. I try to be nice. . . but I could try harder. 

All the time these questions of why. I suppose some of them could be answered if I had more of a structured religion. I like not having a structured religion. I like having to ask why. It keeps me going. It lets me figure things out for myself. Without the question why. . . how much would humans have really figured out. 

So how many of you who read this. . . which I am not sure how many of you there are, how many of you ask questions like these? How many people do you think sit and wonder why about everything. 

And why?