[ WP ] Write something depressing about the meaning of life , or lack thereof .

I was in the school cafeteria the first time I thought about the inevitability of death. The pale, pasty white skinny lad that I was, I could n't think of much else than the futility of temporary existence and the pointlessness of trying to choose the best female mate to reproduce with, as many of my esteemed colleagues were trying to do. I would n't admit it then, but my human instincts caught up with my thoughts that moment, as I saw my friend walking across the room. 
 
 
 Dyed hair, half blonde, half strawberry red, waving in the air. The mere presence of her being, her curvaceous body gracefully gliding through the air, the smooth shape of her illustrious body, it was the only temple that any man could really truly be loyal to. Catching the radiance of her beauty only for a moment made my life on this planet worth living for. 
 
 
 To live. To die. 
 
 
 What it really meant was that, despite my desires, my lust, my infatuation with anything, including this objectification of my female companion, it was all for naught. 
 
 
 While we might spoil ourselves by choosing temporary utility in joining in a contract with another human being for life, what does it provide? More life? Nay, it provides more chaos to an already tumultuous environment. 
 
 
 Marriage. That institution is not sacred. It is a mere thought, a blink in our life. People that are consumed in the `` essence'' of this institution are only deluding themselves for the glory of mankind. The only truth that they fail to accept, inherently, is the consequences that arise from this dreadful bond. The heartbreak, the suffering, the pouring rain over a parade, a thunder strike igniting a fire, a wave toppling a ship. All of these experiences epitomize the true nature of marriage. 
 
 
 Thus, we reach the quintessential problem. What is the meaning of life? Biologically speaking, it is to reproduce. However, it is known that 99 % of all species that have ever existed have become extinct. Our species will be no exception to that cardinal rule. As a species, we are so brash to think ourselves important on this speck of sand in the infinite universe. We can not amount to anything, being one of millions of human beings. It is a wonder that more of us do n't commit suicide. 
 
 
 `` Hey Jerry, wha'cha thinking about?'' my friend said. 
 
 
 `` Oh, nothing.'' 

