Why are we doing this anyway?

Ok, so the other day I read Bladon's emo blog post about how there's very little point to life and I left a comment attempting to reassure him (though I'm sure it had VERY little effect)that there is a point to life in procreation.

I'm going to go back on that. Throughout our lives we are working and working. We are told to work hard so we can get a good job which will let us work some more for, all in all, very little point. So what if I get a load of money? What's money going to do? Yeah, I can buy a load of pretty stuff, but what's the point in that? I wouldn't even be able to enjoy the worthless material possessions because I'D ALWAYS BE FRIGGING WORKING!!!

Then, if we do have children and continue our species, they're only going to have to work hard so they can find good work to work at to earn moeny which they will have no time to feel the benefit of because they will ALWAYS BE WORKING!

Essentially, we work until we're too old to work, when we have no livlihood, and therefore even less reason to live than we did before. Our bodies pack up and we feel constantly ill.

Then we die.

Every second is a second closer to death. It actually is. I know it's not healthy to think this way, but it's an actual fact.

I hope to God that I find something worthwhile to fill the space between now and inevitable death. We all start off with these big plans, and it looks like the majority of us won't even make it to university at the moment. I would be surprised if more than a very few people actually achieve what they wanted to.

Having said that, perhaps it's good to never be fully satisfied with life, because then you feel the urge to strive for better things. I suppose when you stop feeling the need to better yourself, you truly have no point to life.

So after all that, what I'm ending up saying is that we need to work, because without work we have even less point in this pointless existance. We are stuck in one giant loop of doom.


Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to listen to Gary Jules' version of 'Mad World' and cut myself.

Ok, the ranty pants are officially removed.