Why do I feel like such a dumb, when I know that I am a smart?
Why do I think like I’m going to fail, when I know that HE blesses me to success?
Why am I doubt, when I always say “I surrender all”?
Why am I afraid, when I know that I can pass through this?
Why should I think like an idealist, when I know that nothing’s perfect?
Why do I feel so lonely like a single fighter, when I know that I can just fall down on my knee to pray, talk to HIM and feel HIS embrace?
Why should I ask why, when I know why?