Today, I realized I’m not asking WHY? often enough.
When my children were little I answered to WHY all the time and considered it part of our daily/hourly experience. Why is the sky blue? Why do we brush our teeth? Why does that man smell weird? Why can’t I wear just a tutu? Why can’t I watch that scary movie? Why are you still sleeping?…
I’ve done things the same way for so long.
I don’t know. It requires further examination.
Why is such a beautiful word in other languages.
I particularly like varfor.
Perhaps because I’m part Swedish.