Sure. Talking about life makes me sound disastrously nerdy. Which is probably true. But I've really come to be curious about this age old question. What is the meaning of life? Are we really the result of an infinitesmally unlikely combining of atoms? Did our planet really come from a cataclysmic collision of extravagant proportions, and with such luck that the exact combination of rock, ice and whatnot allowed life to 'begin'? Or are we just toys to an almighty 'being'? Or do we serve some purpose yet unknown, that we may complete some grand task assigned to our tiny planet?

Life is the most complex creation in the universe. Period. Trillions upon trillions of DNA strands make up every living organism we know of, giving them the ability to do.. something. We are an example of this 'something'. We created language out of nothing, we learn, acquire knowledge, and we have emotions, feelings, moods. Why? How? What is the reason for us to cry over death, fall in love, laugh at a joke? Sure, you could explain it scientifically. An increase in dopamine causes pleasure, an increase in adrenaline causes stress, an increase in testosterone causes douche-bags who think too much of themselves. But none of these give a clear explanation on why.  Of course, love is essential to continue the human race, but why do we need to? Are we just going to continue existing on this planet until all natural resources are harvested, then move on to the next with our constantly evolving technology? Or have we reached the peak of technology, and eventually die out due to the collapse of the sun, or overpopulation, or any 2012 prediction?

Is there a purpose to this petty existence? We're born. We learn. We grow. We fall in love. We make money. We ourselves have children.  We get old. We retire. We die. If you're good enough, you might 'make history' somewhere in that list. It's the same routine, over and over, all around the world. We may be having a better 'life' than people 1000 years ago, but it's the same gist. All of it. If life were a game wouldn't the players be bored by now? Then why are we still here? Again, what is the purpose of life?

You know what? Screw this. I'm going nihilist.