It's a waste of time, a rollercoaster filled with emotions. Every day is different but it might not seem like that because your emotions are the same as other days. You might spent your whole life on a goal that you want to achive, a goal that seems to be the best thing you could ever dream of, the chance that you achive that goal depents on what goal you have. What if you achive ur goal? Are you going to think of another goal you can try to achive? Or will you tell everyone you know or not know what you have done? After you achived your goal you just wait for something to do, filling ur days with things you do every day. I don't see the point in living. We are all here to fill the days that someone thought of, we follow the rules, we do good things and bad things but in the end. It will all have been useless in the end, nobody who will say you lived a good life, nobody who will tell you what rules you should follow, nobody who tells you what you have to do. No, at the end of life starts the best moment. Death is the best thing i could dream of, death is my goal.