Why is it that what you want the most becomes least likely what you get?
Why is it that when things seem to be going right, some miniscule element in the universe conspires to deprive you of that happiness?
When things are meant to go wrong, why do they happen in the first place?
Why does the one good thing that you yearn for become the reason for all chaos in life?
Why should one of the best things that have ever happened to you be let go?
Why is it so hard to recognize genuine people dangling in front of your eyes?
Why does callousness rule the hour?
Why does Silicon Carbide seem to be softer than some people?
Why does Hades seem to be stronger than Zeus?
Why doesn’t anything matter anymore?
Why doesn’t the pain inflicted further deepen the scar?
Why is this vacuum in life so unfathomable?
Mr. Murphy, do you have any answers?