What is the Purpose of Life?

     What is the purpose of life? Not the meaning of life but the purpose; the reason man exists? Are we here just for the entertainment of the gods or is there more to it? Our lives are extremely short in the grand scheme of things, only a mere 70 to 80 years on average. That is nothing compared to the eons that have passed for this rock since its creation over a thousand million years ago. So, I ask: what is our purpose?

     When a human being is born their life is already set out for them. The Fates have decided what will happen to said baby throughout his/her life. There are some that would say that is not true, that we have free will and we chart our own course. Of course we have free will but, if it is meant to happen it will happen regardless of what we do. In other words, if a person is meant to meet another, no matter what happens according to the free will of each, they will meet. When it is a person’s time to die, no matter what free will says, they will die; we only choose how we will die, not when. If a man is meant for greatness, or failure, no matter what that man does, he will either succeed or fail as the Fates have decided.

     So, I ask again; what is the purpose of life? We, as a race, can bring forth great works of art and literature, we can invent amazing things and we can procreate more humans. What does all that mean, though? It means nothing in the long run. All those things are only used by humankind for a short time, while we are alive, and passed on to other humans that have no idea, nor do they care, where it came from or who made it. There is actually no purpose what-so-ever to any of it. It all means nothing except to those that have created the art, literature, inventions or children. Everything passes into obscurity sooner or later to be forgotten by everyone except a few faithful historians that live in the past themselves.

     We, as a race, have no purpose. What do we actually do? We destroy everything around us. We live in our own little bubbles hoping to do better than the person next to us and feel guilty if we don’t. We will lie, steal and cheat just to get ahead of the next person. We are hedonistic, self-centered and egotistical. We are nothing to the cosmos but we are everything to ourselves. We are here only as an experiment gone bad. Christianity states that we were created in the image of an invisible god that demands the utmost love and loyalty or we will spend an eternity in torment. We are here only to worship and praise this invisible being that ‘speaks’ to us in our hearts. That is our Christian purpose and what kind of purpose is that? To exist only to bow down to someone that no one has ever seen or can prove that exists at all. Some purpose there.

     I think that we are here for the sole enjoyment of the pagan gods, the gods of Greece and Rome, the Celts and the Norse, the Egyptians and Mayans and even the Native Americans. I believe that Loki is up there in Asgard looking down at the Earth and laughing his bloody arse off at us. “Look at the puny humans. Running around like ants on an anthill trying to see who can screw who the worst and get it done first.” After all, that is what we are – ants on an anthill, randomly running from point A to point B with a purpose only we know. Some of us being run over by others while some of us are running over everyone else in absolute chaos. We allow ourselves to be ruled by people who don’t give a damn about us, only their own power and greed. We allow corruption to run rampant in all tiers of government from local to state to federal to global and all we can say is, “I don’t care. It doesn’t affect me personally.” We are a pathetic race of imbeciles that need to be eradicated. The idiocy of the human race has no boundaries and all a person needs to do is look around, with open eyes, to see it. That, in itself, says we have no purpose to be here except as the harbingers of evil and destruction to a perfect world.

     Our own imperfections are our own downfall. We only can think of ourselves and no one else. The pettiness of the human race is infinite. We kill each other and destroy all that is perfect to make room for more of us and to feed an over-population that deserves nothing from this rock that we have no respect for. We have become a race that is bent on self-destruction and we are going to take the entire planet with us before we finally kill off the entire population. What kind of purpose is that? That is the only purpose we have today. Why? Because that is what the human race has become; a race of idiots that can’t see past their own noses and that is why there is no purpose to life.