But what is important? What is the purpose of your life? It may seem like you have some imperative task, or some ultimate goal, but if you trace it back, it’s probably not that essential. I suspect that some fairly meaningless event(s) happened to you and you chose to create attachment to it.

When I look at the human race from the highest perspective that my tiny human brain can manage, I see only a single goal; Survival. But for what purpose? Just as our primitive ancestors didn’t have a grasp on the way we see our own existence now, I believe that we don’t have a grasp on the purpose for our existence in the future. So, let’s just say for arguments sake, that we do have a purpose, but we just don’t know what it is yet. What we do know, is that if we haven’t evolve to the stage where we do know what this purpose is by the time the sun dies out in about 5 billion years, then we’re probably going to have to figure out some way of getting out of here.

Imagine we figure out space travel, and develop a reliable and abundant source of energy. Assuming that we can travel a fraction of the speed of light, it’s going to take generations of travel in order to reach other planets/sources of information/sources of energy. We could place our human bodies in time capsules, but then we’d end up being eaten by Aliens and Sigourney Weaver would have to blast them all to hell. A safer and more practical solution would be to spend the years of travel, continuing to evolve, until we reach our next destination. Then we’d have to travel even further, and so on, until we finally came to the ultimate destination… The Meaning of Life. It may not be a physical destination, it may not be a mental state of mind, it may just be a restaurant at the end of the universe, but as I mentioned before, we’re not evolved enough to be able to understand what it is yet.

Those people (if we can still call them people by that point, since we evolved from something other than people, we’ll probably evolve out of it too, but we’re still connected), are the ones that are handed the task of continuing the human race until we reach that destination; they are the Interim. We are the interim. We are the ones who are responsible for continuing this seemingly insignificant task of survival.

So, what do we do in the meantime? We play games, we act out different characters and pretend to ourselves and other people that there truly is significance in our individual existence. If your parents birth control had worked, or that time I got hit by a car when I was 5 years old was fatal instead of just breaking my collar bone, things wouldn’t really be so different. We like to think that we’re valuable, or that we’re having an impact on something vitally important. As a species, we are invaluable to our own future existence, but as an individual, if you don’t invent that Perpetual Motion machine, it doesn’t matter, someone else will.

So while we’re either stuck on a space craft travelling millions of years to get to a new galaxy, or stuck on this planet waiting billions of years for the sun to cough up it’s last fireball, the question will always be…

What are ‘you’ going to waste your life doing?