Sometimes I wonder...

What is the purpose of life?

Why are we here?

Why does anything exist?

We work all our lives for what?

money?

support?

exception?

security?

Why do we need these things?

We're born, we go to school, we go to work,

We retire, we die.

What is the point of everything in between?

We go to school to get a better job to make more money.

Why do we want money?

Pleasure, possessions, things that make us happy.

Therefore life is just one big trip.

So we're back to the problem.

Why do we do this?

Why do we spend our time always dealing with this shit?

Why don't we just die and get it over with?

Why are we scared of death?

Why are we attached to this life?

It's the circle- you live, you die, someone eats your remains.

Is anybody really satisfied with their life?

No. Nobody can be really satisfied.

If anybody was completely satisfied there would be no war and fighting.