I wonder why it takes an unfortunate event or catastrophe to bring us into (clearer) focus with our lives. It's almost like we are unaware that from the moment we are born we are only dying and so is everyone and (nearly) everything around us. Why wait until something we already know could/will happen, to set our intentions/labors/goals back on the "right track?"
I wonder if hypocrites realize their title, not publicly, but privately. In that case, I wonder if anyone realizes their real attributes. I wonder if this wonder is too subjective.
I wonder how much of the unknown I miss out on each day; whether it's because I choose one activity over the other or because I take route A to work as opposed to route B, so on and so forth. What this unknown could consist of is just too fascinating not to wonder about.
I wonder why I'm yet to find something that lasts semi-forever or stays in the same shape, quality, and consistency of its first day. Everyone/thing I've ever met and/or touched has depreciated. At least I've always found a cause why it has. You should know, I don't rule out the smallest of small explanations.
I wonder why not enough people appreciate the mad people in this world. Before I go any further, I will clarify that by "mad" I do not mean to say a category of people who inflict any type of physical pain on any living organisms. Why do we put so much faith in large groups of numbers? Why do we always automatically feel comfortable trusting the majority? In most cases (and in my opinion), I sense the majority is just a good herd of sheep that has been conveniently brain washed by a higher (usually more intelligent) person or situation.
