Life, What is it really?

 The more I contemplate the true meaning of life in my spare time, asking questions like:

1. Who am I?
2. Where am I from?
3. Why am I here?
4. Where am I going?

It becomes obvious that life is truly what we make of it. In other words, our perception of life ultimately creates the reality we experience on a daily basis. 

What if life isn't what we were/are led to believe? What if there's more to explore out there? What if life has no inherent meaning? What if this is all a game? What if?

The questions appear endless, hence the answers seem unreachable. However, one thing is for sure, someone or some group would rather we don't ask such questions, and instead toe the official line. I wonder what they're afraid of really. Because with the increasingly difficult conditions we're collectively experiencing (Not my theory, look around you), it's become so obvious that a new world is being birthed before our very eyes. 

They often say, "no pain, no gain", but does life have to be full of pain for the most part? Would we cease to evolve if things got a little easier? Would childbirth lose its value if birthing pains were at least eased?

Just thinking out loud....