When does questioning life become a life in question?

I am an inquisitive person. I always have been. But as I get older, I've noticed that I am coming up with more and more questions. Is this normal? I thought that as people went through life, they achieved some sort of wisdom. Isn't that always what everyone says? That with the years come wisdom? Well, I must be doing something wrong then, because I don't have any more answers that I did at the age of 16 - just more questions. Which leads me here.

I have decided that maybe my questions have answers that I just can't see. Or that I might just have the wrong perspective on certain issues. Whatever the reason might be, maybe by writing them down and putting them out there, I might gain some insight into these subjects - or at the very least - a different outlook. And who knows, maybe my questions will do the same for someone else.

Back to my original question for this blog. I've always been told that questioning life is a good thing, that without doing so we wouldn't move forward. So, if it's a good thing to question life (everywhere we've been and will go - and everything in between), then why does it sometimes weigh me down to the point of drowning? And when is it too much? When I said "a life in question", what I basically mean is kind of a life out of balance. If you question too much, are you missing out on the things you should be enjoying? Since there are some things in life that cannot be changed and must be accepted - when do you just accept and not question? I don't know if everything that happens must have a meaning behind it - or a reason for happening. Don't some things just happen?

Like I said, I've always been inquisitive. But, does that ever become a bad thing? Is there a point where you just have to stop questioning life and start trusting it? I doubt I'll ever completely stop questioning my life and the lives of those around me - but I do hope that one day I won't be drowning under the weight of the questions I hold.