Why?

Supposedly,
My life is just beginning,
Then why does it feel like it's about to crash and burn.
So then my life is over,
Then why am I still here,
alive and breathing.

Supposedly,
War brings peace,
Then why is there so many children crying.
So being sad is peace,
Then why do we want to be happy,
laughing and playing.

Supposedly,
School is good,
Then why do we only learn most evil there?
So evil is good,
Then why are we punished,
kicked out and with out a future.

Supposedly,
Bears are wild and scary,
Then why do we hug them and go to sleep?
So scary is comforting,
Then why do we run,
in fear and humiliation.

Supposedly,
Money can't buy happiness,
Then why are poor people miserable?
So being miserable is a good happy thing,
Then why do people pray to win the lottery,
scratching ad hoping.

Supposedly....
but there's so many....
Why are all our ideas so bizarre?