W is for Why, and sometimes also for WTF?
It’s for all the unanswered whys, for all the times you wondered why you, why in the whole universe, you?
It’s for all the unanswered whys, for all the times you wondered, why now, why in the continuum of the universe, now?
It’s for all the unanswered whys, for all the times you wondered, why this, why in the endless possibilities the universe has to offer, this?
It’s for all the WTFs you whispered, shouted, thought, sobbed when faced with yet another challenge, yet another defeat, yet another something, whatever, raining on your parade.
I cherish all my unanswered whys.
I cherish them also when they seem to tear my soul apart; I cherish them also when they make me walk through the day ruminating on them. I cherish them also when I fear they will remain unanswered.
My whys are the reminders that I might have failed, but I’ve also always tried. I bowed, but only at the end of the show. I surrounded, sometimes, but not before a fight. I lost, but I played it right.
I cherish all my WTFs too.
As long as I can say WTF when something happens, I will know for sure that I am still able to think something better is ahead, otherwise, I would not be disappointed, surprised, even shocked.
My WTFs are my reminder that I am still hopeful; hurt, betrayed, withdrawn at times, maybe a bit more cynical, for sure more disenchanted, but I can still harbour the feeling that, one day or another, things will be just fine. Not perfect, not spotless. Just fine. One day.