Why do we cheat? Why do we hit? 

Why do we crave ice-cream? 

Why do we seek affection? 

Why do we need that afternoon coffee? 

Why do we need to travel? 

Why do we seek connection? 

Why do we buy that extra pair of shoes? 

Why did we put down the money for the Leowe? 
I’ve always been about finding out the why. 
But now, it feels like I know so much “why”. 

It almost makes it harder to
Just. 

Be.