I often ask myself “Why did David die?” I try to figure it out and I always come to the same conclusion that I don’t know, and that I will never know. Yet I keep on trying to know what can never be known.
I will never know why some people die so young and some live long lives. I will never know why an earthquake claims some lives and spares others. I will never know why children die of cancer or why a tree falls and kills someone. Life does not make any sense. Sometimes I think that I do not need to know, but that I need to only trust. Yet something in me never gives up the search for knowing the “why?”