Ok, here's a story for everyone. It's kinda like that "God helps those who help themselves" kind of thing, but it does go a little deeper. It's a variation on a story Buddha told once.

A man was shot by a poisoned arrow. A priest approached him.

The man asked him, "Please, before I die, tell me, Father...Is there really a God?"

The priest quickly removed the arrow and treated the wound.

He then told the man, "If I had taken the time to answer your question, you would have died".

In the original version, a doctor comes, and the man wants to know who shot him...but I rewrote it slightly cuz I think it's a little more straightforward. If anyone has heard it and think I ruined it, that's fine.

I'm not quite positive that I fully understand your point.

Basically it means, if you spend all of your days questioning life, you will not experience life to the fullest. Ironically I'm the questioning type.

Ya. Not that you can't ask questions...but if you spend all your time wondering about life's mysteries, you might find yourself idling away all your time.

I actually question a lot too, but I try to keep myself under control enough to get work done when I need to and stuff.

I'm more of a fan of the "Go where fate guides you" kinda man. Not that I don't do my part in helping me get there.