Do you ever question the point of your existence? You get up, go to work, drive back home, pay bills and do it all over again.
Some of us have time and money left over to enjoy simple pleasures in life: Taco Bell, sex, travel, tennis, Glee, or Facebook. Is this really all there is to life? Sadly, it is for me.
As a gay male, I am not charged with responsibility in raising offspring. My #1 priority is food and shelter. CHECK. My secondary priorities are staying in good health and being physically fit. CHECK. Everything else seems like money and time pissed away. Surely, there must be more to life than this?
I am no more important than a single ant in a great big ant colony called LIFE. I'm just chugging along doing the same thing over and over again. When I think of life like this, I began to understand why old people tell us they are ready to die.
It's depressing feeling like a slave to the human condition. There must be more to life. I want to contribute something greater someway. I am bound and determined to find out how!