What was the point of it all?
Did anything even matter at this point?
As time passes, our values, beliefs, surroundings, and purpose seems to either evolve or change.
I know the future holds nothing but uncertainty, but I couldn't help but wrack my brain on what it held.
And not just for me but for humanity.
As we find new distractions to keep our mind away from the existential dread of the reality of life we only stray further from our true purpose.
To survive and live to see the next day.
But it seems our species were too complex enough to lie in the fact that this life was just a game of survival of the fittest.
We’d do anything even if it meant hundreds, thousands, and millions of us dying to reach the top and even when we did many of us still question the point of reaching this far.
Who or what exactly are we trying to prove our advancement to?
Besides all this, all of our efforts, the sweat dripped, the blood shed, the tears would all come to no avail as the planet reaches its end.
Every artifact, every writing, every invention, every monument, culture, religious belief, every significant event that ever took place would have all been erased…
Leaving no mark or clue of our existence
So once again I ask what was the point of it all?
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