An unspoken question

What is it to be alive? The very fact that you exist is surely something inherently mysterious. Maybe you see it or maybe you don’t. If you don’t, no problem. But if you do, then what? There’s an unspoken question that requires some sort of an answer. Now you might find the answer in some scientific sounding theories or religious ideas or some other nice sounding words that someone once said. And then the question is no more.
On the other hand if you take an interest and don’t allow it to become extinguished, then something curious might start to happen. The intelligence that is inherent in the organism itself might start to awaken and come alive.
But if you already have the answer, then how can anything ever come of that?