"I struggled with the idea of God for a long time and have come to the conclusion that there are three possibilities regarding God's existence (or there lack of). First, God does not exist. Second, God doesn't care about our petty problems like death. Third, God doesn't know we exist.
I bring God up because God obviously plays an important part in ones decision of their own standing. Since I am seperated from any God that may exist, and I don't believe in anything such as a spirit, I think that once you die, it is all over. Eventually, all life on Earth will die, and there will be no remnants of you ever again. So I have to ask myself, if in perhaps a million years there will be no one to care that I lived, what was the point of living? More likely in 200 years no one will care that I lived, so my point is exemplified. Of course, I can trick myself into thinking my life meant something. I'll solve world hunger, create world peace, and enable intergalactic space travel, then surely I will be remembered, and surely it will have meant something. But then the significance of these achievements wears off and I am again lost. How many people consider Wozniak a great person? Who even knows his name any more? And yet, without him, the internet, the greatest achievement of our time, would likely never have happened. But I don't care. By virtue of being pointless, caring would be hypocritical to my situation," I said. She looked at me with a sour look and gave a great harumph. "In other words, either pair of shoes are fine by me, just pick one and lets go," quoth I. And that's why I am currently crashing at fidos' crib in the backyard.