A blog about the darker times. Don't start reading things into this; I am perfectly fine and happy and all. I just like to think a lot, and if you think ALOT, and I mean really a very great deal, you are bound to come up against these things.

Sometimes I wonder why anybody bothers.
It's all such a lot of hassle, don't you think?
Living I mean. We are born. We go to school. We get qualifications. We start work. We hopefully meet somone nice and maybe start a family. We get old. We retire. We die.
It sounds like an awful lot of hassle, doesn't it? And to what end? What is the point to it all? But of course, there isn't one.
I am sorry to burst your bubble, but think about it. The strongest instinct in all living creatures is the need to reproduce. We are born to live to give birth to keep the life alive. That is what we exist for. To reproduce.
Step back. What's the point to that? If everything died tomorrow, would it matter? Really though, would it make even the slightest diffrence in the Grand Scheme of Things? 
Of course not. If we were all dead there would be no one to mourn our passing. Our non-existence would effect none but ourselves, and we would be too dead to care.
So... ultimately there is no meaning to life. That's a cheerful thought, makes one feel very worthwhile.
Think about what you must go through in life. All the hours spent in school or shopping or sleeping or eating or socializing or worrying or thinking. All for nothing.

At times I think all these thoughts, and I become lethargic. When you think how there's no point in doing anything, you cannot find it in yourself to do anything. That would probably be boring if I hadn't been busy thinking about things. It got to the point where I had to find a purpose. I am not somone who can just live for the sake of it, I need a reason, a direction, an objective, a goal. Trouble was that I had skillfully depressed myself thinking about the lack of any point, and then I was asking myself to find one. It seems like a kind of retarded thing to do, I guess. But I wasnt looking for the Meaning of ALL Life, I was looking for a reason I could give myself for existing.
So anyway, purpose. If we exist primarily to create life, then I would go one better. I would exist to make life better, enjoyable even. I have talked about this before a while ago, about how I attempt to improve things or at least not make them any worse xP
The last two paragraphs I added so you don't start worrying about me. I find it impossible to talk about things like this without making people think I'm getting all emo; really Im not. I'm FINE. I just have a bad habit of thinking too much haha :D

Thanks for reading, and cheer up. It's not that bad y'know =]