It seems the true purpose of life is reproduction and that’s it.

For the record, I don’t have kids nor do I want them. And I have nothing against those with or without kids.

I see a lot of people saying life is what you make it. Life has whatever meaning you give it. But I respectfully disagree.

Everything I’ve observed so far suggests to me that life is about procreating and developing another life. That’s the true purpose and where happiness can be found. Outside of that, our options are limited.

Career? Please. Imagine dedicating yourself to someone else’s dream.

Your own dream? Maybe run a company, become a star, but it all boils down to having a lot of money to do what you want. And I’ve had this — it all becomes boring eventually. Luxury food, travel, drugs, spas, it sounds incredible until it becomes another “been there, done that.” And after having a lot of money, who do you pass it on to?

Eventually, we run out of “the next milestone”. What happens after we find ourselves in a stable career? Hobbies aren’t enough.

It would seem many yearn for a partner, get intimate with such a partner, procreate and then live life through their kids. The kids’ milestones — many of which they’ve been through themselves — become their own. Their kids become something they can truly call their own and value more than themselves.

To me, this seems the true purpose of our existence — to bring new life. As to whether it’s right or wrong, that’s a different story. But I think it’s the one that would bring most people fulfillment.