Why is life so unfair?
Why am I born with a disability that puts me at a disadvantage to others, an immobile spectator watching others have fun on life's stage?
Why should I have to live with so much pain, yet damned if I take my life?
Why do I have to contract a terminal disease and die in pain while others live on - sometimes even without a headache?
Why do I deserve a death sentence, condemned to death in two months when I felt healthy only yesterday?
Why should my most loved ones be the ones to be taken away, of the myriads of people in existence? Why should they die such gruesome deaths?
Why are we constantly living with our hearts in our mouths, dying at war everyday when other parts of the same world are at peace?
Why can't I afford a meal and shelter while the other man lives in stupendous opulence? Why can people afford to fly the world, yet I wallow in poverty in a corner of it? Why should the cost of my neighbour's single meal conveniently feed my family for an entire week?
Why can't I have my own kids like others?
Why am I paying for the sins of the world? What exactly makes it okay?
The quest for this round is to come up with the most philosophical question. Find the contest here.
Please leave your thoughts, upvote and resteem.
