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ck's days 
I totally agree! I’ve been asking ‘why’ about all kinds of things since I was very little. I think my parents misunderstood my ‘why’s’ but once I was grown, they appreciated that I’d persisted in the ‘why’s’. Asking why makes us advance our knowledge. At least, that’s what I found anyway. 🙂
I have a dear friend who lost her why. Why she was doing the things she did – wife, mother, etc. She couldn’t answer the why anymore so she left it all behind and moved on.