Life

The Two Most Important Things in Life: A Woman’s Quest to Find Out

Her delicate hands lightly rested upon the steering wheel, while a gentle drizzle graced the world outside. The radio effortlessly transitioned to an unfamiliar frequency, emanating the harmonious melodies of classical violin music.

A tunnel loomed ahead, swallowing the cars as they merged within its depths, akin to a river’s graceful flow.

“Esteemed listeners, there exist merely two paramount facets in life, which are…” The host’s mellifluous voice resounded, exuding an aura of resplendence and unwavering conviction.

She harbored a genuine curiosity for this revelation. However, within the confines of a five-hundred-meter tunnel, it required a painstaking forty seconds to traverse. The sound faded into oblivion as she entered the tunnel, leaving behind a mere static hum. Annoyance welled within her, pondering the identity of those two elements. Must one speculate endlessly? Is it the realm of material and spiritual? Is it the symbiosis of flesh and soul? Love and sustenance, perhaps? Or even life and demise? Love and the act of being loved, perchance? Alas, the tunnel barred any possibility of reversing her car, otherwise she would have eagerly retreated to listen to the preceding passage before reentering. Emerging from the tunnel, the auditory realm once again sprang to life. It was music. Her expectations were met. Forty seconds felt interminable. Considering the average pace of a speaker who articulates two hundred words per minute, the host must have already uttered a hundred and fifty words. In those hundred and fifty words, had the elucidation of life’s principles reached its culmination?

She strained to capture the melodies, contemplating: perchance the preceding paragraph serves as an introduction to this musical composition. If she were acquainted with this particular piece of music, perhaps she could glean insights into the preceding paragraph.

As the music unfurled, it revealed itself to be “Peter and the Wolf.” Naturally, it held no answers.

In accordance with her disposition, she would persist until the host disclosed the station’s name and program, and subsequently call to inquire about the missed segment. The host would undoubtedly be delighted to oblige.

However, was it truly necessary? As a forty-year-old individual, did she still require knowledge of life’s quintessential facets? She extended her hand and switched off the radio. The rain cascaded relentlessly, compelling her to activate the wipers with a touch of a button.

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