I've spent far too much time over the years pondering "why?".

I've looked for an answer in all the usual places and some not so usual.

I've held up both the Creation and Evolution theories for close examination.  

I've sat and watched the tumbler moving around the board.

I've felt more depression than elation.

I've worn a mask everyday.

I've cried a lot.

I've lost my temper through frustration.

I've laid in bed and called out for a 'sign'.

I've lept out of bed in the dead of night and walked asleep around the dark house.

I've consulted a Doctor who prescribed me drugs that left me cold and detached.

I've stumbled from thing to thing and the years have just passed by - too quickly.

I've never felt lovable.

I feel like I never even got out of first gear.

But ... at last I've found an answer.

The 'Why' is just too big, too complex, impossible - especially on ones own.

Rather, I should have been asking 'What'.

What can I do to make me happy?

What can I do to make a difference to others?

What can I do to make the most of every moment?

What Goals can I go for that'll have me tingling everyday?