What is the point in life? What is the honest goal that everyone aspires to reach? To grow old and have a family? To be rich and famous? None of those things inspire me, I have money, I may not have gone about the best path of getting it, but it's no problem anymore. My family is mostly dead, dead or dying, then I have little to no contact with my living relatives. I have someone that loves me, but they're forced to go through hell with their family and general social circle because of it, they'd probly be better off with someone that can always be with them and cause them no grief. I'm tired of just puttering through life like some drone, I'm quickly getting bored of living "just to keep living", why does anyone try to even get around this? What point is there in living past the point of happiness? Keep working your dayjobs to make some fat bastard in an office somewhere even more money, keep fighting in wars to prove to other countries that your leaders dick is the biggest, keep screaming and chanting to make others miserable and prove that only your big wonderful deity is real. Why? Why go on? Is it fun living some mundane life that nothing ever occurs in? I'm sorry but I just don't see the grand draw to becoming some old scarred up prune someday, and then dying quietly so eveyone can moan and groan about how great of a person you were, even though you were likely hated and talked about behind your back, the moment you died you became mother theresa. Can anyone really give me reason to keep just dragging my feet through life?