In the book The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, 42 is the answer to the “ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything” as determined by a supercomputer over the course of millions of years.
The catch? No one knows what the ultimate question was.
This seems oddly appropriate as I celebrate my 42nd birthday. It’s an age by which I think younger me would have expected to have all the answers, when in reality, all I’ve learned as I’ve aged it that I don’t necessarily even know the question.
I’m totally ok with this, by the way. I’ll keep asking and trying and doing and being and caring and loving, because that’s as close to everything as I am ever going to need.