Quinn Fabray
English, Bell 1
5/31/11

When asked what the purpose of life is, I had no idea how to respond. How does one begin to
answer the most rhetorical question mankind has ever encountered?

For the last four months, I have tried way too many times to sit down and write this essay. Every
time I sat down, I still had no more idea what to write than I did the last time. I'd scribble down
possible answers and begin to write, but each time they felt wrong and I had to crumple up my paper.

Today I have realized the answer to your question. What is the purpose of life? My answer:
there isn't one.

Mankind has existed for a very long time. From the very first moment we could think, we asked questions.
We want to know who we are, why we are here, who put us here, how we got here, and a million other
things. We struggle with the concepts of creation, oblivion, birth, and death. The truth is that mankind asks
these questions because they know there is no answer. They fear an answer, because the answer may
not be what they want.

If we finally discovered the answer to the purpose of life question, we would have nothing left to say. It would
destroy life itself if humans found out what our purpose is. Because the point of life is not to find out why we
are alive; the point is to just enjoy being alive.

Being alive is one of the most precious, beautiful things in the universe. Life is a delicate thing- people can be
killed so many ways. Hit by a train, a boat, a car, a plane. Crushed by a building, a tree, a wall. Poisoned by food.
Cancer, disease, disability. Murdered by another person. Taking their own life. And these are just a handful of them.

Life should not be about always asking questions, since you could waste your life asking these things
and never find the answers, because there is no right answer. The purpose of life is different to every
person on the entire planet. But to me, this one single, little person in this little town on this little planet,
the purpose of life is to live it.

I am done asking questions. In fact, I'm done trying to answer them. Things happen in life because life is
always moving and happening and existing. It can be hard on Earth, and it's funny to think that sometimes
you need to stop and tell yourself to just live. But that is what I am doing.

I'm finished answering the question in this essay. I'm not going to write about the meaning of life any longer.
I'm going to print this out, hand it in to my teacher, and go outside to live my life. I suggest you stop reading
this, and do the same.