And then what?

Lack of inspiration is the driver here.

The more I think about it, the more I see this ride as being a very long one. Way too long.

And the more I look at the ride, the more I wonder if it's real. I mean, what is wrong with the world, with nature, to have us all around... As a whole, we are nothing, as individuals, why should anyone care?

Life is a test they say... who the hell is testing us and what for? If we can survive in a hell we have created? And what would that even achieve? Leading a good life and enjoying the different moments life can offer us, they say... and so what? Enjoying music or a sunrise, a laughter, a strawberry bite... and then what? Who even defined happiness as a purpose? And why is happiness supposed to make us happy? Or to make us feel fulfilled? Why should we even feel fulfilled? Does it answer to an existential need? And if existence itself is such a volatile concept, measured in a couple of decencies... why would we even care? Ephemeral means existing only briefly, so what is wrong with us?