“How are you?”
That is a common informal greeting to which one might answer with, “I’m fine. How are you?”
Easy enough. Here’s another one for you.
Why are you?
Why are you here right now? How did you find yourself embedded in this “reality”? Is it a mystery to you? How and why could that be?
Is the arc of your existence merely an awakening into ignorance followed by a befuddled extinguishment?
Do you “believe” in something? Many people have a religion they follow. There are lots of different things you might believe in. Many people accept beliefs handed to them by someone else. Others might “wing” it, making up something unique.
Who is right?
Likely nobody. Besides, how would you tell?
Are you too unintelligent to figure it out? Perhaps you just don’t care enough to try? Just assume you’ll learn what it’s all about after you die?
Or is this knowledge being withheld from you? If so, by whom?
Maybe there are no answers.
How would that make you feel? Relieved? Uncertain? Filled with despair?
About a million people commit suicide each and every year. Are they the smart ones? Are they now at peace? Do they finally know what life was all about?
Despair is an important clue here. If everything was truly meaningless, you wouldn’t care either way. The very existence of the hole in your heart is proof that there is something missing.
Now what might that be?