Why?

I have often prized my habit of asking questions, so what if I get called a curious cat at least I have a vivid mind. Many questions get asked. Some of them even get answered but not all. It doesn't matter so much. The thought of a question itself is a form of art: the art of questioning. Here are a few questions off the top of my head.

Why do we get angry so much?

Why is it that the people we love the most we fight the most with?

Why do we run from what we want when we get it?

Why do we get bored?

Why do we pick on those weaker than us?

Why do we have the need to possess, be it things or people?

Why are we so scared? 

Why can't two people of the opposite sex be very close friends without attraction getting in between?

Why do we judge so quickly?

Why do we feel threatened faced with adversity?

Why to we condemn everything that's different from what we perceive?

Why can't we just speak our mind without being called a loudmouth?

Why can't we just be who we are without any facade?

Why is rejection painful?

Why do we wish to control others?

Why can't we trust each other?

Why can't we be genuinely happy for others just the way we would be for ourselves?

Why do we like some and dislike some?

Why can't we just shut up?

Why do things have to be complicated?

Why can't people accept each other just the way they are?

Is it so difficult to be simple?