Pessimistic? Why?

Why is life so unfair?
Why are people so not satisfied with what they have?
Why can't some people just have more?
Why is it that things always have to happen for a reason?
Why is it that some people are so blessed?
Why are there many unfortuanate people out there?
Why must there be rich and poor?
Why must there be good and bad?
Why must there be lucky and unlucky?
Why must there be fortunate and unfortunate?
Why must there be positive and negative?
Why must there always be a problem?
Why is it that people always have to worry about things?
Why is it that there must always be unhapiness?
Why is it that the rich always seems happier?
Why is it that people always complain with what they already have?
Why is it that unhappy things must always come in the wrong time?
Why is it that some people can always be happy and yet others can't?
Why is it that can't all the people be the same?
Why is it that people cry when they are depressed?
Why is it that laughter seems so far?
Why is it that the rich gets richer?
Why is it that even people worked hard but still there's not much returns?
Why is it that some people don't have to work and yet get all that they want?
Why is it that some people are born rich and some are not?
Why are there people who are so satisfied with what they have and some others are not?
Why is there always rain or shine?
Why is it always one time of luckiness and fortune and nine times of vice versa?
Why is it always me?
Why does it always happen to me?
Why must everything fall on me?
Why can't I be more satisfied?
Why can't I be happier?
Why can't I be more thrifty?
Why can't I be less of a complaint?
Why can't I be less demanding?
Why can't I be more considerate?
Why can't I be more caring?
Why can't I be more hardworking?
Why can't I be more positive?
Why can't I be more optimistic?
Why can't I be more thoughtful?
Why can't I be what I should be?
Why can't I change for the better?
Why can't I control myself?
Why can't I born rich?
Why can't I choose where I can be?
Why can't I choose my father?
Why can't I choose the life that I want to have?
Why must everything be destined?
Why do I know that I shouldn't be what I am now but still I let myself be?
Why? Why? Why?