The Answer Is Simple...

Why do I blog, because no one is around when I need a hug.
Why do I cry, because the emotion gets backed up when I sigh.
Why should I go on, because I'm too strong not to carry on.
Why must I succeed, because one more failure is not what our race needs.
Why be a gentlemen, because anything else is unacceptable.
Why work, because I have to live.
Why continue to live, because I have to take advantage of the gift that god gave.
Why stand up, because I'm tired of sitting down.
Why walk away, because I can fight another day.
Why be strong, because the plight of the black man is on my shoulders.
Why accept the challenge, because I like to defy the odds.

Why am I here, why are you there.
Why are you reading this, because I wrote it.

The world ask questions every day that we all willingly answer. Tell me, who researches the answers to the queries of your soul?