What is the point of living if not lived truthfully. To strip myself off all that is unnecessary. All that is redundant and useless, serving only the purpose of distracting my existential crisis. If this crisis is who I am at its core, this crisis is how I will live.
To fulfill our genetic imperative.
To eat so that we can survive. Long enough where we can fight and gather resources. Resources which we use to attract and maintain a sexual relationship with a woman. To give birth. Pass the genes. Support and care for the young so that they can grow up and continue passing on those precious genes. Then this consciousness is obliterated into nothingness.
Is this the purpose of this life?