I know it’s going to sound very generic, but hang with me. I’ve been consumed by thoughts of the purpose of life lately. What am I doing here? What are we all doing here? There’s no damn point. I started binge-ing on the show Futurama 2 weeks ago. I’ve finished 7 seasons since then and it got me thinking about quite a lot for such a seemingly simplistic comedy cartoon. How can the most basic sub-average human amongst us be predestined to save existance? A damn pizza delivery boy, sent 1000 years into the future and changing the course of time. When he gets to the future there are aliens. Aliens. Holy shit thinking about them blows my mind. They are out there somewhere. It’s very arrogant to not think this when there are 200 billion star systems in our galaxy alone, and 100 billion galaxies around us. That’s an incomprehensible scale.We think that Christianity is the purpose of life, but how can it be when that’s just Earth? Do other planets get their own Jesus too? The scope of Christianity just seems way too focused for me now. I’ve been watching Stephen Hawking’s tv show lately as well and it has discussed the feasibility of forward time travel, portals, life on other planets…I’m just having a mental meltdown here. There are so many fucking answers out there that nobody is asking the questions to. It just makes me feel like everyone is dicking around. And I’m not saying I’m any better, just that I’m becoming aware that this system that we are a part of is so damn basic and narrow minded. Finally, I watched the movie Jobs. While it is mildly stressful to watch as Ashton Kutcher’s (Steve Jobs’) temper is so high strung the whole time, it was all about pushing forward. Relentlessly chasing improvement and expanding the scope of what we thought we knew and what we thought was possible. It makes me feel so inadequate. Such wasted potential. But now I’m not so much upset as I am just racking my brain trying to discover why the hell God even bothered putting me here and what I’m going to end up doing with my life.