So Damn Lost

Most days, I ride the high road, believing that I have most of my life and the world figured out. I believe I know where I'm headed, perhaps not down to the specifics, but as a person. I believe I have the whole 'principles of life' figured out, and that every day I strive to live according to those. And that living like this will take me to that 'heavenly' destination.

Yet there are days where the montony of life catches up with me. And I feel that I am drifting through each day like nothing matters. It is during these moments that I feel the uselessness of our lives here. What is the point of it all? What is the point of making friends when you're only going to lose touch eventually? What is the point of all those memories? What is the point of striving every day to live by those principles that Society dictates? What is the point of religion and prayer? What is the point of making a difference in someone's life? What is the point of a great education and a great job and a great life?

What is the point when we all face the same end - death.

And it is at moments like these that I feel so damn lost.