#whyes

It begins with "Why?"

Why me? Why her? Why am I so lucky? Why do I have to question everything? Why do I often think I need answers? Why anything?

A theme of my life. A self-imposed, deliberate, often silly, perhaps masochistic theme of my life.

There is often little point in my constant analysis, but I'm not sure I will ever change or ever want to change. Thus, it is less of a complaint, so much as it is a statement.

I can be comfortable with it, and sometimes I am.

The reason for this is because of the ending, linked by the start — "Yes."

As there appears to always be room for questions, there is always room for the absence of them, or at least comfort in their loneliness. I do not need answers to any question, let alone all of them. I can just reply, "Yes."

Now, this is not to say I plan to never turn a critical eye to anything. It is unlikely that I will ever stop overthinking.

What it means is that I can say "yes" more so in action than in speech. I do not need a full answer, or an answer at all, to do something, to believe in something, to feel anything.