I have been pondering on this ever since a few weeks ago when it was brought to my attention that there is no true meaning of existence. There is no true meaning, or purpose, anything, to life, existence, to being. I mean, we are all born. We all die. It almost makes it simply pointless to do anything with your life if we are all going to turn up the same. I don't think death cares if you were a hobo, a murderer, or loving Bill Gates. When you die, you die. That's the end. It makes everything you worked for in your life entirely pointless. Sure, you can work hard enough to make the next generation of your family live a better life a little easier, but then they'll die.
All I'm saying is I don't see what the point of life is. I look at the human race, or any species of life, actually, and it almost saddens me. We are born. We learn to walk, we learn a language and to communicate with others. We get a job, we become successful. Then we die. It makes everything you work for... pointless.
These are my views. Discuss yours.
