"In the past, I always used to be looking for answers. Today, I know there are only questions. So I just live"

The shift from hunting for answers to recognizing only questions marks a maturation of perspective. Answers promise control, closure, and identity; they feel like solid ground. Yet life resists being pinned down. Relationships evolve, careers twist, beliefs morph under experience. To cling to answers as finalities is to fossilize a living process. Questions, by contrast, keep reality open. They invite attention, curiosity, and humility, the stance of someone who knows that understanding is provisional and that each insight unfolds the next unknown.

Saying there are only questions is not despairing or cynical. It affirms that meaning is emergent, not manufactured on demand. In art and in living, the richest moments often arise when certainty relaxes and listening deepens: the silent measure before the note, the breath before the leap, the space in conversation where something unexpected surfaces. Questions create that space. They make room for wonder, for other people’s truths, for the complexity that answers can flatten. They also dissolve the anxiety of needing to be right, replacing it with the steadier courage of being present.

“So I just live” becomes a practice rather than a shrug. It is not apathy; it is engaged receptivity. To just live is to act, love, and create without the guarantee of perfect conclusions, tending to what is here, now, with care. It is a discipline of returning to the moment: a performance offered to an audience you cannot control, a conversation you cannot script, a day whose value isn’t measured by solved problems but by depth of participation.

There is an ethical tenderness in this stance. When answers harden, people become categories; when questions lead, people remain mysteries. Living with questions cultivates patience, flexibility, and compassion. It accepts that clarity arrives in flashes, that endings are often beginnings in disguise, and that the most truthful posture before life is not possession but wonder.