Why?

One would wonder why? Why all the fuss over this or over that but the necessity of either is to live and breathe and exist. For without fuss, there is nothing and death. I live on by fuss, excited and challenged. My days pass with hills, peaks, cliffs, and valleys. To what end. To know, to grow, to be. Without which I am dead. Life breathes in me allowing fuss. Without Life there is death, nothing to be gained, nothing to be known, just without - dead. Why? There is no other way. If there were, it would be, but it is not. Accept this...or not.