Is this it? I sometimes ask myself as I sit alone. Is this what we have to be grateful for? As a sperm I beat millions of competitors to reach the egg and the prize is moderate. There doesn't seem to be a goal to being alive that you can put your efforts in to. Humans flock together like animals but they don't gel as well as they like to pretend. As a straggler to the flock I get to indulge myself  in every thought and hobby, yet still there is just the ticking of the clock as a guide. Man invented the clock and so really as I exist for my seventy plus years there's only the silence of the universe. Is it better that there is no point. How can you go wrong if there isn't? 
Sometimes I feel like we all buzz around doing things that will just be forgotten. Our tiny light in the sky will blink out and not be missed amongst the busy cosmos. 
Ps. I am in a good mood, but tired.