Why am I here?

Why are any of us here? A while ago, I heard someone make the argument that life is meaningless. When one is born, there is no clear goal or thing to accomplish. Adults in this world artificially create and define a bunch of abstract things that the rest of us “should strive to achieve.”

As children, our only goal in life is to have fun and do the things that lead us to happiness; to follow our goosebumps. That’s why I’m here.