I know its the fundamental question of life, but I really cant figure it out. What is our purpose? It just seems like an endless circle - eat, work, do stuff, sleep. Even if you have a hobby, what purpose does it serve? To occupy your time until you die of "natural causes"? Even when I am doing something that makes me temporarily happy, it still feels like its just burning time. I think this is the root of my feelings lately - that even if I could shake this internal darkness, there still isn't a single reason for our existence. It eats at me every day. I have 2 children, and I love them with all that I am. But that's just part of another loop - stay strong for your kids, so they can grow into adults and have kids that can grow into adults and have kids.... and so on forever. Does anyone have a concrete, logical reason as to why they get out of bed every day and do whatever it is they do all day before going back to bed?