It is, again my friends, early in the morning. Too early in the morning. Sleep too often seems to be so elusive for me.

So I sit here this early, dark and Monday morn with a cup of coffee at the ready and I wonder about so much and worry about even more. As if that should be possible.   But it is.

And I sit here and wonder about people in general and then in more specificity. The devil has been rumored to be in the detail.

I am not wondering about the Howcan people though there are wonders to be had there. As in Howcan people live with the things that they do; Howcan people live with themselves; Howcan people be so callous and indifferent; Howcan people change the path that they are on. The Howcans are best left alone for now.

I am also not really wondering about the Whatare people though there, too, are many questions to be answered. Like Whatare people thinking; Whatare people really after; Whatare people going to do when the final bell is rung; Whatare people capable of when their options run out. The Whatares tend to be better left alone.

And then there are the Wherewills. Wherewill people go when all is lost; Wherewill people draw the line; Wherewill people stand and fight for what is really important; Wherewill people gain the strength to overcome their weakness. The Wherewills are strange and complex people who do not wish to be understood.

No, my focus is more on the Whydo people.

Whydo people seem so selfish and self-centered?

Whydo people not seem to care about me and mine or even you and yours?

Whydo people no longer display even some of the seemingly simplest of human kindnesses?

Whydo people not practice the true purpose of what they preach; Whydo people not realize that what they do can hurt many; Whydo people not understand that actions have consequences and that consequences have casualties of their very own; Whydo people not hear what they say or listen to the words that they speak; Whydo people far too often seem to just look the other way when all that is important is happening right in front of their own faces; Whydo people just let others get away with things that should not be gotten away with…

I am far from young and at least a few miles into old but I am still here and I am still alive and I still have many jobs to do and many things to get accomplished. Though lately I am far too apt to just want to give up I also find myself rising back up again, albeit slowly and with more than some pain and more than a few scars. And even at my advancing age maybe just a tad bit wiser.

But as a hero of mine once said, perhaps meant for all the Howcans, Whatare, Wherewills and, yes, even the Whydos: “I’m standin’ here…”

This person, me, is still here and still standing. Barely perhaps and with wobbly legs but still standing nonetheless.

And if you’re standing then there still survives hope within you. Ever beats the heart of a wannabe champion…