It’s hard for me to accept things I don’t understand and maybe that’s nothing unique to me.

Maybe there’s lots of us who need to understand. 

Reasons…..we need reasons.  

But it seems the people who just plain ACCEPT their life situations and problems and aren’t so concerned with the whys, have an easier time with all of it.   

Kinda like, “oh well,” or “whatever”, or “it is what it is” or even, “it’s God’s will.”

That kind of thing.

Me?  I gotta know WHY?

Why did this happen or why that happen?  

I need a reason so I can understand.

I try to find something that makes sense otherwise it’s like a broken record in my brain, going around and around continually trying to figure out a why.

An example…..

Once I delved into a deep, dark area of whys, about people.

People start out as adorable babies and for the most part, they’re loved and nurtured by their mothers.

They’re fed, clothed and protected…..and as they grow, we begin to see a teeny bit of who they’re gonna be.

And then, they’re teenagers! 

Them.

That bunch.

And it’s when they’re in full bloom that we get an eyeful; rule followers/rule breakers, sweethearts/rebel trouble-makers, happy/sad, smart/dumb, and if you look real close you can see the adult forming in that kid. 

And I’ll be darned if down the road when that kid turns into an adult  you’re able to look all the way back to the crib and see that they’re who they were from day one.

Moms especially are able to see this; same smile, wrinkled funny faces, lots of the same mannerisms, happy kids into happy adults but also sadly some difficult, troubled ones too.

It makes me wonder…..how much did parental input really matter?

They are who they are.

WE are who WE are.

So, what I kinda wondered is WHY?

Why are some kids such damn good kids and some take you on the emotional ride of your life. 

WHY?

Why do some become pillars of their community and some end up on park benches or jail?

I’ve never been an advocate of blaming poor parenting.  

I can prove that’s not always true.

And, I’m aware that we can put the finger right smack on genetics but, I don’t know, I need something that just works better for me.

I wanna know a better reason for why a kid can come from a close-to- perfect home, have a close-to-perfect life and end up being close-to-a-perfect A-hole!

Why?

So, here’s what I’ve come up with…..

I’m a strong believer that this planet is a textbook teaching, “LIFE 101.”  

We’re all here to learn.  

That’s what it’s all about.  

We learn, we go forward on to the next level and eventually we do find Nirvana/Heaven.  

We don’t learn, we return again and again and again til we figure it out and get it right! 

I guess that’s how Buddhist think.

So do I. 

Maybe that’s why some people are only on earth a short time. 

Maybe they only had a little bit more learning left before they headed on over to the next planet?

WE’RE here to get it right, too…..all of us.

We all have our own learning agenda.

So, how do all these “returnees” get back here?  

They all need some sort of return-to-earth ride,” right?

And BINGO….. most every woman comes with a built-in ride, it’s called a uterus….it’s her womb.

Her womb is a taxi!

That’s how everybody gets back here, all of us!

That’s  GOTTA be it.

OK, I realize my theory sounds a little bit off BUT um, I mean most of us believe in something that could be considered …..strange?

Don’t EVEN try to deny it!

I’m not goin’ into that but just think about it for a minute.

And de’ja’ vu?

When those moments happens, it only convinces me more that I’ve been here before; hearing something that I know I’ve heard before but WHERE? experiencing a moment that’s happened before but WHEN? knowing what someone is gonna say before they say it but, HOW?

And yep, I believe in ghosts too…..how could I not?

Did you ever see “The Ghost and Mrs Muir”?, or how about “Ghost”?  

Well…..right there, proof!

I don’t know how many times I’ve been back here, how many taxi’s I’ve taken but this much I know is true.    

I get it!

I’ve learned!

This taxi’s goin’ onward.  

Hopefully when you put it in gear, you’ll move forward too. 

And hey, to those who will be returning…..for cryin’ out loud, be courteous to your taxi driver.