When I watch television programs or open up magazines and see certain women living their dreams of a happy family, beautiful home and a career they love I can't help but ask myself why not me. When I look on Facebook and see the pictures and statuses of my "friends" and how great their days and lives are I can't help but ask myself why not me. When I'm up in Starbucks and I see someone completely engrossed in writing the next great american novel, yup i'm asking myself why not me? When I'm browsing my emails and I see daily rankings and lists of who's engaged, selling the most and doing "better" than others I cannot help but ask why not me. Why not me has become a running theme in my thought process. I know, I know.....if I think positively and focus on the great that has entered my life, I won't concentrate on the why not me. I'm already aware of this and I agree....somewhat. No matter how many times I read Ekhart Tolle's A New Earth and watch his accompanying weekly special on OWN, it doesn't change those ringing words in my head. That question doesn't leave when I crack open my bible everyday to read a scripture. It doesn't change when I make strides in my life towards the existence I've always dreamed of. The fact is that the grass always looks greener across the street.
Jamie Foxx is a funny guy, but so is my uncle. Why did the universe see fit to make Foxx such a symbol of Hollywood Royalty? My brother is an excellent photographer who is working to make a name for himself while photographers like Johnny Nunez take a picture of a celebrity at a party and then turn into the sought after guy? Why do people clamor for Chips a Hoy while Famous Amos been trying to push his cookies on a grand scale stage since 1975? I mean I can go on and on. I have a million of them. My point is, that "why not me" is a question that lingers in the air like a cloud waiting to break up and reveal the sun or on the flip side condense and shower rain. I'm sure Peyton Manning was thinking Why not me? when he saw the Seattle Seahawks hoist up that Lombardi trophy. It's a crazy phenomenon. I don't think my question will ever be answered. Most questions that begin with why typically lead to an answer filled with nothing but summations and opinions. Why not me????? HMMM...Who the hell knows?