Tell me Why?

There's so much beauty in this world..at every nook and corner..but
why do we keep looking at the ugliness and the deep dark secrets?
What pleasure does anyone gets out of it?
Why do we look at the weaknesses of others and insist they should overcome them?
Why can't we look at the strengths and make sure that they build on them?
Why does murder mysteries enthrall us?
Why do scandals keep us interested?
Why do gossip magazines keep surviving?
Why do we run after what is seemingly unachievable?
Why do we take people who love us, for granted?
Why do we like those who seem to have no interest in us?
Why do we realize the importance of something or someone after it/they is/are gone?
Why do we waste time assuming and getting it all wrong?
Why do we always want to be someone else?
Why do whine about what we don't have and forget what we have?
Why are we never satisfied?

The questions are endless.
Why? Tell me why?