Why?
IH Loadstar (c. 1970), Pilot Point TX.
I’m starting to think that the answer to the question “why am I here?” is “because my parents wanted to fuck 61 years ago.”
I know there’s more to it than that, and at least in my parents’ case it was planned, but fundamentally that’s the energy of it. Two young people wanted to fuck.
Or perhaps it’s better to say “wanted to fuck… with a purpose.”
That’s the catch, isn’t it? They made me for their lives to have meaning, and here I am 60 years later asking, “why did you do that?”
It’s the same reason my wife and I had kids 28 and 25 years ago. I wanted to be a father. She wanted to be a mother. That’s it.
I know, I know, it’s obvious. I just feel the need to say it out loud.
Maybe grandkids will remind me why.
Maybe they won’t.