Questions: The Puzzle we call Living

I return and this time with a question and then another one and then another!

What keeps us alive? What sustains this human form?

What would sustain me, would that be the same thing that would sustain my family members?

If yes, then why do people who are born in the same household, having the same kind of upbringing tend to be different? If not, then why does my heart beats almost all the time, for the people whom I call family? Why do I find this soft spot within the depth of my heart, why do their choices move me in incomprehensive ways?

Speaking about Moving, what moves this dense and complex arrangement of the human body, day after day? Where does life force come from?

Are we born with this immense amount of life force reserve? And does the growing years diminish it bit by bit, like the depreciation of an asset? Or is it reverse? We are born with little life force reserve and every year, as we feel this energy throbbing within us when we push our boundaries and achieve that long-lost dream, we add more life force within us?

About Dreams, is it even real? Or it is just a mechanism of a mind, not meant to be taken seriously?

What is real anyway? The existence that I am living or the no-existence that is about to follow?

Is my existence a collective of the choices that I have made, decisions that I have taken, paths that I have crossed, or perhaps the paths that I have created for myself? Or it depends on a thousand other probabilities and possibilities?

Would my existence, alter in anyways if my partner’s existence is not beating on similar rhythms as mine? Why would that happen? Am I that closely knit to another human being?

Do we humans then are constantly in the process of co-creating our lives based on each other’s rhythms and realities?

Where does creation happen, within us or outside us?

And if it happens within us, what inside us create? Is there a bone or a muscle or a molecule within us whose job is to only create? And if the creation happens outside us, then are we even responsible for that creation? Who is?

Can I create Myself ? Or I am already created?

Is it even possible to find some soul-stirring, gut-drenching answers to these questions or are some questions would always be meant to be unanswered? I am further wondering,

How we have completed 50+ years of reaching the moon, an achievement worth feeling pride for. But then how many more years would we, as a human tribe still take to reach the deepest, darkest corner of our own insides?

How many more years would we take to know ourselves completely? How many more years to just start the journey?

Or the journey has already started and that is why we are alive, that is what is keeping us moving!

What do you think?