Qusetion

why isn’t water a solid or air, why is it called rain as opposed to watering, waterdown or cloudtears? Why am I the way I am? The question always arises, with every argument, every conversation I question why? Why did I say what I did? What led me to say it? Why didn’t I say something else, I could have but why didn’t i? Why is it real? Why is it not a figment of my imagination? Why do i talk? Why is talking communication yet it achieves nothing? What do I want to achieve? Why should I achieve it? What does it stand for? What is a stand called a stand when it is not standing? It’s all a mess, everything that happens in my brain is a mess. I can only imagine finding myself stuck in my mind. I would be lost in all the questions. They never end.