ehh… why? a simple question, but full of trouble.

like, why…. do people act the way they do? why repeat the same mistakes over and over? why think man, this is fucked up, i shouldn’t do this again… then do it again, and hate yourself for it? my will seems to be so… lacking. it’s easy to be contemplative, but making your thoughts actually relate to life is a much tougher proposition, and communicating those thoughts effectively is nigh impossible. sometimes i wish i believed in some religion, any religion, just to be reassured.. when i die i’ll shed my imperfections and faults and be beautiful. it’s just too big an illusion to maintain, too broad a leap of faith. sometimes i ask myself why, and i know the answer, but refuse to enforce it. sometimes i ask others why, and they merely shrug and go about there business. sometimes i wonder what the point is. any ideas? what is the point of life? love? family? friendship? work? eating? sleeping? any of it serve any truly useful purpose? are you at all closer to your ultimate goal by doing these things?