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After the Answer
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People often say the ultimate questions of life boil down to three: Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going?
They may sound philosophical, yet they hide in the seams of everyday life—in late-night monologues, in the reflection of a bus window, in those sleepless minutes staring at the ceiling.
In truth, such questions have no definite answers, yet they keep reminding us—often unexpectedly—of what we really are.
This is both a materialist and an idealist dialectic, a moment when thoughts collide and spark like fireworks.
Some spend their whole lives searching for answers, while others avoid them by staying busy.
Perhaps the answer itself is not what matters; what matters is how many sights we see and how many people we meet along the way of asking.
After all, questions both confuse us and keep us moving forward.
