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Written: 3/19/2024
Published: 3/22/2024

What’re we doing?
Why are any of us here?

Not here on Medium. Not even in society. Why are are we here on Earth?

You ever wonder what’s the fucking point of it all?
Why are we here at this point in evolution? What’s the end goal for the Human race? Are we trying to get somewhere? Are we trying to evolve in to something?

We’re supposed to set goals. We’re supposed to work on meaningful projects and progress and grow. We’re also supposed to have relationships and find things that bring us joy.

We’re supposed to laugh and enjoy ourselves and live fulfilled. We’re supposed to find hobbies and do them with our friends. Maybe we’ll even have a family, maybe kids. Maybe we won’t.

But do you ever wonder what’s the fucking point of it all?

Does any of it have any meaning? Why does any of it matter? Why do we do any of the things that we do?

We’re all in search of contentment. Everyone seems to be after this coveted happiness. We all more or less have similar goals – Enjoy our life and live happily ever after.

But so what? We’re all going to die one day. All of our life’s work… does it mean anything? All the stress and hard work and progress… we’re gonna die at some point. It won’t mean anything.

Even if our work helps out a couple people, even if it helps the next generation and advances the Human Race… so what? Why does it matter? So that we can help the next generation that helps the next generation that helps the next generation?

Are we just trying to see how far Humans as a species can go? Are we just trying to see how far and how fast we can progress? We’re capable of incredible things… but so what?

It doesn’t always feels like any of it matters.

Sometimes it feels like I’m wasting my damn time. Sometimes I zoom out and think that every single thing we do is useless. The idea is not in a depressive ‘none of this matters’ way, but more in an abstract disassociation from Present Reality way. The problems that we solve seem so small scale.

Someone else across the world has the same exact problem. We’re helping such a small subsection of people.

War will always exist. As will famine, disease, and drug addiction. All the problems will always be around. We’re constantly fighting against a shitty existence. Doesn’t it seem futile? Doesn’t it seem like an uphill battle?

We solve problems. We help each other. We decrease suffering. We find happiness.

So what?

What’s it all for? What does it mean?
What’s the big picture? Where does it go?

Some of the more religious folk may chuckle to themselves right about now.
“It’s for God“

But how do we know that God is real? How do we know we should devote hours and days and years of our life to this being that we don’t even know exists? Should we really alter our very existence in search of and support of something or someone that we don’t know to be real?

“We do it for God”. It’s far too simple for such an infinitely complex problem. It gives us guidelines and rules to follow. Humans like guidelines. We like rules. They makes things make sense.

But the complexity of Nature and the sheer volume of weird, random, different species and nuances in the outdoors feels too interconnected yet independent at the same time to simply handwave that ‘someone wanted it that way’.

Should we stake our life’s meaning on the flip of a coin?
Should we shape and shift our life understanding around this all-knowing omnipotent figure we don’t know to exist? Should we live in fear and yield to the wants of a Being because some people told us we would burn alive for eternity with no chance for redemption?

There may be evidence.
But it’s not enough, otherwise it wouldn’t be called Faith.

But I’m not here to argue a religious argument. Nor am I here to debate the presence of a Higher Power. Present or not, in this moment in time I do not yet believe, and don’t plan to spend my days finding evidence for a God.

I’m here because it doesn’t make sense.

I’m here because I’m flabbergasted at the very ways most of us live our lives. I don’t understand. I’m trying to make sense of it all.

Is this all there is? Is this life all that there is? Is Heaven really just a life on Earth?

It’s so incredibly short, just a moment in geological time. And yet our lives feel like they will carry on forever. It’s the dichotomy of Life. All at once and also painfully slow.

Death is many many years away. We want to make the most of it. We want to know that we’ve lived. We want to have experienced all that there is to experience. We want to reach the pinnacle of Human Existence and go through the barriers and do something great and be great and leave a legacy…

And simultaneously it feels like none of it matters.

We’re all going to die one day. Eventually we’ll all fade away in to nothingness. Eventually everything we know and love and have ever seen or touched will be a blip on the anthropological radar.

We’ll come and go. So will our parents and our kids and our kids’ kids. The next generation will come and go. So will a thousand generations after that.

I’ve never been able to manage the religious argument.

It seems like it’d make life a hell of a lot more meaningful, instead of this Purgatory of Randomness I find myself in. It seems like it’d give the reasoning for being on Earth. I just can’t buy it though.

It seems far too convenient of a coping mechanism against the Randomness of Nature evolution… it feels like a man made solution to an existential crisis.

To convince ourselves that our lives have more meaning than they actually do.

It feels like a copout. Some days I wish I believed. It seems like it’d make life a whole lot more meaningful. Maybe I’ll be persuaded, for now though I just can’t buy it.

And for now I’m pretty damn confused.
I’m lost and looking for answers.

“Happy free confused and lonely at the same time” as the Swifties like to put it.

For now I’m just stuck wondering what’s the fucking point of it all?
What’re we doing any of this for? Why are any of us here?

I’m in my 20’s and haven’t an idea where I’m going with my life. I’m so lost figuring out what to do, how to spend life, and where to go.

I’ve been to Europe. I’ve travelled to South America. I’ve learned Spanish and practiced guitar. I’ve fasted for days on end and driven across the country. I’ve dabbled in different sports and gone to Prom and graduated college and cooked fish tacos with roommates. I’ve yelled at people and cried to others. I’ve walked mountains and skiid others.

What the hell is the point of it all?

What is our life’s work?
Does our life’s work even mean anything in the grand scheme of things?

I dunno, man. Maybe I just need to smoke a cigar (or something else) with Mr. Neil DeGrasse Tyson. Or maybe Nietzche. A sandwich with Socrates could be cool too. A meatball in marinara?

A 6″ sub doesn’t sound too shabby right about now.

The Future?

All of our actions… all of our thoughts… are we really just here to make more of us?

Are we here just help each other?
Maybe to decrease suffering?
To love each other?

But really aren’t we just here to make more of us?

Aren’t we really just here so that future generations can live?
Do we really work and eat and shit and work some more so that our kids can work and eat and shit and work some more?

It just feels so shallow. It feels like such a waste. It feels like we should be going somewhere or trying something new or learning. Sometimes I enjoy the freedom of infinite choice, but sometimes some friggin’ answers would be nice.

We’re here just to provide for the next generation, aren’t we?

I don’t know where we’re going.
I don’t understand the end goal of it all.
It doesn’t make sense what humans trying to accomplish.

Are we just trying to understand ourselves?
Are we trying to understand our relationship with Nature and Nature itself?
Aren’t we Nature?

2 legs instead of 4 and a little more prefrontal cortex…
That’s it.

I’m just not convinced.

Tomorrow I’ll likely wake up and forget about this all. I’ll eat my cute little oatmeal breakfast, and listen to my neat little podcast, and type in to my cute little spreadsheet. I’ll probably exchange a couple of chuckles with some coworkers.

Then l might go for a run. Maybe I’ll mess around and try to learn some Spanish. I might read a couple pages of a Memoir. Hell, I might even watch The Office and get 8 hours of sleep.

What’s the fucking point man?
What the fuck is the point of all of this?

Where are we going?
What are we doing?

I’m really not sure. But if you’ll excuse me, my Kraft mac n cheese just finished cooking.

If you figure it out let me know, but for now I’ve got a Netflix show to watch.