"Some of us are lost and some of us are found. ... Some people don't have that many questions and lack that belly of fire when it comes to their encounters with the world. They're content in their predictable lives, where everything that lies before them is like a re-run of 'Jeopardy'. They already know the answers and how the game will end. They don't have the urge to travel or to ask the questions that boggle the mind: Who am I? Why am I here? Is this all there is? Instead there's a certainty about themselves and the world around them. They work. They go to church. They take care of their families. They know their beliefs are correct; they know that anything different is wrong or bad.
Others of us are lost. We're forever seeking. We torture ourselves with philosophies and ache to see the world. We question everything, even our own existence. We ask a lifetime of questions and are never satisfied with the answers because we don't recognize anyone as an authority to give them. We see life and the world as an enormous puzzle that we might one day solve, if only we collect enough pieces. The idea that we might never understand, that our questions might go unanswered until the day we die, almost never occurs to us.And when it does, it fills us with dread." ~Lisa Unger in 'Sliver of Truth' (novel; 2007, Shaye Areheart Books, N.Y.)
I don't know about the dread part.. Frankly, it has occurred to me time and again that there are no answers... or the answers will be ever elusive... or the questions aren't the right ones... or....