I ask this question in all honesty, without the melodrama that it implies:
What is the point?
I don't get it, I don't know why we are here, I don't know why I had children, I don't know why I exist. I don't know why it is bothering me so much at the moment.
It does sound really melodramatic but I have been thinking about these things a lot recently and can't seem to come up with any kind of answer. I don't even think there is an answer but there must be something that will placate me!
I didn't really think about it much when I was working, but now I am a SAHM it seems to be on my mind quite a lot. Is it because we have been trained to thing that work is the meaning of our existence and we are not really functioning in society unless we work? But thinking back to when I was working, there wasn't much point to that either.
Humans seem to have created an existence that is even more fragile than when we actually had to fight to survive, and this makes it even more pointless in a way.
What's your view of life?