Today in Western Literature we were studying a play called 'The End Game,' which primarily focused around 'life' and how meaningless it was. The author of the play felt like time itself doesn't really exist, and that life could be compared to a tube of toothpaste, it comes quick at first and in the middle, but before you know it, life has passed you by and all you're left with is whatever you can squeeze out.
But, it really got me to wondering...what is the meaning of life? What is the purpose in it? Are you afraid of your life just passing you by with no significance to it? I realize this is a very basic philosophical question, but I'm curious to know what you guys thing your purpose in life is.



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