The Purpose of Purpose

This might sound like some highly philosophical piece, but it's just a few incoherent thoughts strung together by some weird logic that some would get and some wouldn't. That, is one of the beauties of the world. But what is the world, really? I eman all we ever do is go about doing what we can with our time by doing what we think we should do, which is really what someone else has done at some point in time, solely due to the fact that none of us really knows why we're here. It's pretty amazing when you think about it. We're here, living and breathing and doing everything else, but we have no general direction we're all headed to. The only possible common end, is of course, death. But why go through all the trouble of LIVING when you're going to end up dead anyway? I'm not sure anyone can answer that. If they could, then there'd be no point to actually living a life. We surely weren't put here to pursue a career or die homeless or whatever. But maybe we're just looking for a pattern in a world of random simplicity. Maybe it is that simple. Maybe we're just here to eat, breathe, drink and die. No strings attached.