Questions without answers

I feel like just spilling my guts. So I'm going to. Life is so confusing...what's the point sometimes? Do we grow in order to be stronger in the life to come or is all a sick little game that we play for absolutely no reason other than visceral pleasure and momentary fullfillment. When I am in a mind set that things matter I can really excell, but once I start thinking too much I stop trying. It's comforting to me to know that no one knows the answers, however, it is also scary as hell to realize that no matter how much I search for the essential answers to life...I will never find them because they do not exist. That is why so many turn to religion. It is an easy road when you "know" all the answers to the most important, most contemplated, questions of the world, but it is a lie. Those answers are not true and the questions are as close to being answered as they always have been. Lately, I've found it fascinating to learn and research about different cultures and what they believe. One thing I find most interesting is the fact that people who have been raised any place where their culture consumes them and their god is obvious and seen in all things as the answer to everything, have the most passion. They have passion because they do not doubt. Maybe it's not bad to lie to yourself. I guess it doesn't feel like a lie to them because those "truths" have made up the entirity of their lives. On the oposite end of the spectrum is Americans. Americans as a whole probably contain the least amount of passion. We are the fattest nation, watch the most television, and are lazy as all get out. In America freedom reins. We are not TOLD what is right and what to believe, but are given the choice to find out this information on our own. This choice is considered a blessing and a precious gift from our forefathers. If you really stop and think about it though, this gift is simply confusion for many years and maybe forever. If we could say that we knew; our object of being in this world, wouldn't it be a million times easier to do what we do and know why it is exactly that we do it? Would you rather die "knowing" what you perceive to be the truth, or would you rather die knowing that no one knows the truth and confusion is just another prominent emotion in the reality of humanity?