Day after day, people go about their individual lives completing mundane repetitive tasks, dreaming of the lives they could, or should, be living instead. Everyone has these dreams, hopes of a better more fulfilling life somewhere down the road.
Some people dream of being rich, or famous. Some people of love and happily ever afters. Some even of danger or death. All the while, we are all oblivious to everything else around us. We are oblivious to the hopes and dreams of those we bump into on the street. Blind and careless when faced with a stranger who just lost a loved one.

We live disconnected lives, with one track minds and complete tunnel vision presenting only one road forward... our own. Anything or anyone in the way is but an obstacle. Some people slow down, or even come to a complete stop to help or support those around them, taking away precious time from their own journey to aid friends, family, or in rare cases, complete strangers. Others push into full throttle and cut the brake lines, demolishing everything in their way to reach their own goals as fast as possible.
But for what? Material reward? Social recognition?
Most people spend their whole lives working towards goals they will never reach, as a select few live to achieve what they set out to do. Along the way friends are made, hearts are broken, and battles of all natures are fought. When we inevitably reach the end of the tracks, be it natural or premature, what have we gained? What will go with us into the blackness?

Others will mourn, some will cheer, but in time, all will be back to normal. People will go on without you, and aside from the select few that may attend the ceremony, many will go on without ever even knowing you existed.
Why do we live as we do when everything we accomplish will eventually come crashing down in hopes that someone will be there to pick it back up in your absence? Realistically, how many of us will "make a difference", truly? As it is, we come into this world causing pain, and we leave the world causing more pain.

This time inbetween birth and demise baffles even the most acknowledged and brilliant minds of our planet.

"What is the meaning of life?"

Everyone wonders, and no one seems to know the answer.
But here today, I will tell you. And no, it is not some religious bullshit spat out by the "hand of god".

The true answer to The Question...

The Meaning of Life is....

Fuck it... I'm going to bed.