Now that is a question and one that the more you think about the more depressed you get.
We are born, our parents raise us, we get a job, buy a house, our children are born, we raise them, they get jobs etc etc.
And we all die.
I’m not trying to be melodramatic here, but sometimes it feels as though we are animals who just breed to make more of us and to then repeat the process over many hundreds of years. If you ‘really’ think about it the question goes nowhere and the answer gets further and further away.
Every single thing we do is somewhat pointless when you consider the very big picture. The big stuff like having children who do what you did is of course hugely important to every parent and so is love, nothing is more important than love.
But what about everything else? Watching a film, reading a book, going to work and doing the same tedious things every single day, eating, exercising, sleeping. We repeat the same activities over and over and seem to accept that this is normal. We do these things to get money and consequently food and warmth for our families.
I haven’s gone mad, I am not under the influence of alcohol. This is a question I have been asking myself since I was about 10 years old and so many years later I am still asking it.
So, why are we here?