I’ve been thinking about this for a while.
You rarely see someone
with thick hair and a full beard.

More often, it’s the bald ones
whose beards grow wild and strong.

Same head.
One grows upward, one downward.
Why such a clear division?

You can say hormones.
You can say receptors.
You can say evolution.

Still, it feels strange.
Why does even hair
need to pick sides?

Taoists say hair is an antenna to the sky.
Yet many bald monks
are perfectly connected.

So is a beard a ground wire?
And if women don’t have beards,
does that mean they’re disconnected?

Obviously not.

That’s when I realized—
the real question isn’t about hair.

It’s about
why humans are so desperate for answers.

Whenever something happens,
we rush to explain it
instead of simply observing it.

Accidents need causes.
Emotions need labels.
Even nature must fit into a story
that feels safe enough to repeat.

Children ask “why” out of curiosity.
Adults ask “why” to quiet their anxiety.

They don’t need the truth.
They need something
that sounds reasonable enough to move on.

Some things were never meant
to have answers.

Just like where hair decides to grow—
it simply does.