Why?

"why?"
Why do the things in our life change so frequently,
without our permission.
Why must everything be in the same order as everyone else.
Why must everyone judge a person because what they're doing or what they look like isn't what they'd define as "normal."
Why is everything the way it is.
Why are we here?
Why must everything appear so boring.
Why did I do the things I did.
Why am I doing them?
And why did this random blog appear out of nowhere when I logged on?
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...Why?