Soup.

What I don't get, is why all of us- those who were born in this generation of course -feel the need to have to be constantly occupied, whether it be with love, lust, friends, drugs, drama, money, clothes, music, pain, alcohol, books, etc.
I, too, will take some of the blame. I also feel the need to be constantly occupied, with adventures, or drugs and alcohol, many movies and books fill the time line of my boring, meaningless life.
I don't understand why I'm existing. For what, exactly? To mold meaningless into meaningful? All I do, all most do, is nothing. Nothing of much worth anyways.

Well, maybe we're all like soup.
The important parts; The chicken, the noodles. Or the philosophers, scientists and whatnot.
Those important parts, are what make the dish what it is. What make the world useful.
The rest of us make up the broth, the pointless part that you gulp up at the end. We're necessary, but absurdly unimportant.
The land which we lazily rest upon, is the bowl.
See? Soup.

We are a dish that whoever or whatever created us, thought up, imagined.
How disappointed it'd be if it had ever tasted us.