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In Pursuit of Life's Ultimate Question


Throughout my life, I have been on a quest for the ultimate answer, the answer to life, death, and everything, including the reason for my existence, my purpose, and the creation of the universe. Although this topic is often discussed and considered clichéd, I have devoted much of my free time to exploring it through writing. It is not a question that typically arises in those struggling to survive, as they focus on immediate needs rather than abstract concepts. However, this question has plagued me since childhood and remains an enigma. As a child, I was drawn to science and sought to find ways to overcome human limitations, such as our inability to see outside the visible spectrum or to survive in the wild. Although my ideas were far-fetched, they were a manifestation of my desire to transcend the human body's limitations. While reading religious books, I found their explanations too philosophical and supernatural, and I wanted straightforward answers. I became inclined towards pantheism, but I am still an agnostic because I am open to the possibility of apologizing to God, if he exists. Pursuing the ultimate answer remains my top priority, and I would be willing to sacrifice my life to achieve it. I have explored every possible resource, including movies, to help me imagine what I cannot fathom on my own. However, the various sources I have explored, such as the book Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy or the movie Lucy, have only added to my confusion. Although the song Bohemian Rhapsody is one of my favorites, it speaks to the nihilism of life, which is disheartening.

Well, I think I could never answer the question that I have, I am not qualified to answer this question, and I think I never will be, but I will not give up on my relentless pursuit of achieving this goal. Someday I hope to find the answer, someday!

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