what is the hardest question in life?

Why am I here? A very few of us know this early in life, the rest of us struggle on until we find it. Some never do.

What can I do to be bad? Being quiet is my nature, I have tried to be talkative but usually run out of words before I even realize it. So this has created a stream people to user my quietness for a 'yes!' in whatever they want me to do. In return,..."waflay is good",this words always irate me. I just want to be bad-guy. Damn! I don't know what I can do to be counted among bad people.

hi adeena2000, honestly? yes, i do have a lot of questions running through my mind every now and then, some questions i still keep asking myself and some i have forgotten. my questions varies and some have been questions about the sufferings and trials being experienced by so many people and why only a few gain so much power and wealth. i always tell myself that in time everything that is happening to all of us will be revealed as i believe that everything happens for a reason. but for the sake of discussion, this is one question i keep asking myself and that is why so may really good and innocent people keep on suffering? i ask this because i have met a few really good people who have been through so much sufferings in their lives and i felt sad for them; however, they remained good people despite of all what they have to endure. take care... faith210

There are many questions in our life. When somebody comes to this earth they don't know anything, so they start asking questions from this environment, from others and also they get the answers for it. This process continues and continues. For anyone the hardest question is the one in the hand. The question of which you don't have the answer

My head is full of questions. Some of them are related to everyday life others are existential.I remember when I was a little girl ther was one question that made me feel something very unusual and strange. This was rhe question "Why I was born?" I was four or five years old but I remember it like yesterday-The feeling of butterflies in my stomach and a tension in my head every single time I asked this question in my mind. Now I don't feel that way, but I still don't have the answer. I guess that the answer will come to me someday or at least I hope so. And from this story emerges another question that bothers me from a long time now:Why would a four years old girl would ask herself a question about the purpose of her own existance. I think it is normal to ask "Mom where do the babies come from?". Now as I get back to this it seems very strange to me. I just can't forget how I felt back then. I never asked my parents this question, I knew that they don't have the answer either. Have anyone else had the same experience?