What’s the point of it all?

I don’t get it, life? We’re here for just a short time and really do nothing at all. It’s just a blink and you’ll miss it amount of time really in the scale of universal time, just an insignificant blip truly.

I really just don’t understand what the point of it all is? To me it just seems like we’re all here for self-gratification and that’s it. We just collect crap to make us happy, we eat, shit and die and maybe procreate to supposedly pass our line down, but why? What are we passing our line down for? What is the meaning of all of this? I see no real reason at all, I see nothing that we as tiny humans can actually do to make any difference on the grand scale of the universe. We’re like bugs really, just running around consuming everything in our wake and destroying everything and ourselves.

We consume and consume and take advantage of everything and everyone that we can and I’m sick of it, sick of watching it happen, sick of participating in it.

We collect all this junk around us, these collectibles and crap to make us happy I guess, but what’s the point? To collect duct? To show everyone we have that special thing that in reality isn’t really special?

I don’t see how our pitiful lives mean anything at all. I don’t see how a single short life can have any real meaning in the universe. How can we think that we’re so special? I don’t see how there are people out there have the audacity to believe we are the only intelligent life in the universe. If we are, I feel bad for the universe, it deserves so much better than us.

People or humans are just mean and nasty animals, and that’s what we are, just animals. They only care about themselves and that’s it, they only care about what makes them happy and it doesn’t matter who gets hurt or even who dies in the process.

I’m just sick of it all… really I am