I have way too much time on my hands nowadays. Hence, I am able to come up with the following (insightful meanderings or mindless drivel, you decide):
Why am I here? I know this question smacks of unoriginality, but lately I've been a bit lost as to my exact purpose in life, and I can't seem to find my way.
Who am I? Actually, this should probably be "what motivates me?" but it's one of those questions I ask myself sometimes when I've been sitting for a long time and staring at the computer screen.
Now that we have that out of the way, on to the actual interesting part... or not.
Do questions without answers have any importance in this life?
Why are we so sure of our existence in this mortal realm?
If there is a God, then why is there no physical proof of his existence other than a book that was written by humans?
Why do I remember only the bad dreams?
Why am I afraid of success?
What is love?
Does anybody really know what time it is?
Is there, in fact, no spoon?
No, you don't have to answer any of these. I'm just rambling.