<p>Deadline is tomorrow! Need help, FAST! This is what I have so far...</p>
<p>At one point or another every human will realize that he/she is alive. We are granted the greatest gift I can fathom: consciousness. Otherwise, what is humanity? Consciousness, being aware of your own place in the endless universe of atoms and energy, is what makes us humans. It is the source of our questions, our emotions, and our purpose. </p>
<p>On the cusp of adulthood, I am struck with lifes questions. I dont know why I am here. I am not sure if there is a god, or what is god. I dont know who I am. It seems to me that the more I dig to find answers to these questions, the thicker the soil becomes. There are millions of questions, billions of answers, and one is left to sink or swim in a sea of uncertainty. </p>
<p>Do the answers to my questions lie in religion? Are they hidden amongst other people and human interaction? Will I find them within myself? The simple and beautiful fact is that I dont know; The scary one is that no one else does either. </p>
<p>I am intrigued by life. I am grateful that I am conscious, but am I burdened with responsibility? I wonder if questioning the meaning of it defeats its purpose. My point is that I dont have the answers to lifes questions; instead, I am fascinated. I am intrigued</p>