Life 2.

I have a theory. There is literally no point to life. There's no greater plan.
We're apparently destroying the earth that we have inhabited, just by being here.
We get up, we eat, we do what's expected from us (Go to work, Go to school) and we sleep.
Some don't even get to do half of THAT.

Life is made up of an endlessly long line of mistakes made by a few insignificant little creatures called human beings.

There's no point to jobs, or careers either, we work and work to earn money, which we then go out and spend, just so we can work and work to earn even more of it. Oh and guess what we do with it? Spend it.

It's a vicious circle.

Life is pointless.
"From the moment we're born, we're dying."