Purpose of Life

What's the purpose of life? 

That's a question we all ask ourselves at some point in our lives. This unanswered question has been a hot topic for us all for as long as we can remember. Many have religious inspired "answers", others barely think about it and others have other "answers" not based on religion or anything of that sort.

I have concluded an answer for myself. Which is a depressing conclusion. The purpose of not only just my life but for all humankind, in my eyes, is simply:

There is no purpose. 

What do you mean? If you think of the facts, the big picture of our lives, you will start to see a pattern. I am excluding a lot of details now but we simply are born, most of us follow what society expects of us: study, get a job, live and do whatever you want in between and then die. That's the plan for a lot of us, then there are exceptions and different ways of living but a lot comes down to how we are going to earn money.

The world is all about money, money, money, and if you don't have money then what do you do? You die. Yeah, you die, because in the end, you won't be able to support yourself. Well, you could also go hunting and such but what kind of life would that be? Pretty dull for my taste.

But what if you wanted to travel, see the world, eat tasty food and such? Just live life easily. You would need money and money comes from having to work. And then we are there again, work. Which is what we all strive for, because unless you're Kim Kardashian or some other bitch who earns tons of cash by flashing her coochie, you just gotta work.

But making an earning is really diffcult on its own. We, complex humans need to be punched in the face real hard, many, many times before we reach an eventual success. But for what reason? To appreciate the success? Isn't it nice to instead live happily most of the time in our success, and experience less hardships? Do you get what I mean? Probably not...

But in the end, all the struggles, all the bad times was for what purpose? Sure, it's nice being happy all the time, if that's your life, but life will never, NEVER let you be happy all the time. Never, so that doesn't exist. Why does this negativity exist? Why does this hapiness exist when we all in the end will just die and never ever exist ever again?

Even though Michael Jackson was huge for mankind, even though Elvis Presley was huge for us too, and all other big legends, nature will always win the battle. That end is called death. In the end we are all equal beings.

You know when you go to a huge concert, let's say to a Lady Gaga concert. It's a huge scene, lots of cool props and such, and you wait patiently for Gaga to come out. The scene is epic as hell and you expect Gaga to be something big to pop out, right? But in the end she is physically the same size as you are, as your mum, dad, aunt, friend. No other human is bigger than anyone else physically. If Gaga was the size of an elephant then that'd be something great on the scene, but she isn't. The same goes for every other legendary artist too. In the end we all die equally.

And that's the sad purpose of life. There is no purpose. We all have our journey but we will all end up dead, no where to be seen ever again.

People don't want to realize these facts that's why religion, having a soul and other stuff comes up to the surface, to comfort our minds, to keep the thought on a positive note. That maybe, just maybe in the end there will be a continuation or purpose.

But think about it, do we have facts pointing on a continuation after life? No, not at this current state of life.

I am very lost in my life right now, that's why I thought of this... My purpose in life. When you have no purpose, then you have nothing to fight for and when you have nothing to fight for, you have nothing and you'll settle for anything. And I don't wanna settle for anything. Sigh. Everything is just a blur for me right now.

You just exist and then you're gone.

I could die right here, right now because this is my answer for the purpose of life and I am not scared of death, I'm just scared of how much I'll suffer if I'm on my way to die or am gonna die. Don't wanna suffer too much, hehe. And if anyone has read this long ass text so far, I'm just letting you know, I'm not suicidal, I'm just not afraid to die.

Sad but true. Think about it. Every excuse or argument that you think will turn my argument around will end up at the same spot where we started: there is no purpose.