I've spent too much time spinning my tires in the sludge of "Why?".
"Why?" is like a selfish lover who never satisfies.
I've given up asking it. I will leave it to people smarter than me to answer those questions that haunt me.
Why does my son have Autism?
I don't care anymore in the reason why autism has coiled around his heart.
Why does God allow such suffering and cruelty? Why is he so hidden?
I don't know.
From now in I'm going to allow myself to "not care" or to "not know" the answers to questions like that. Those answers are outside my pay grade. I'm not qualified to answer them ~ and besides I doubt there is an answer that will ever satisfy me.
The real question to ask us not "Why?" but it is "What?" instead.
What am I going to do in response to life? What will I do about my son's Autism?
What will I do about the suffering of others?
The answer to those questions will hopefully always be the same.
"What will I do?"
I will love.
That is the only answer that fits
I don't know why, but I never liked you anyways.