You might at first have no purpose, drifting and coasting through life without a point, as though by accident. Then you might turn to religion but ultimately find it a hoas and unfulfilling. You might try to be an overachiever but it’s pointless when you realise we all finish last when we die. You might turn to art for expression but find your own attempts a facade. You might try very hard at something and realise it was meaningless, you might give up and feel even worse. You might turn to love someone or something unconditionally only to have it spit in your face in the end. You might spend years refining a craft until you realize it’s all to appease a mass audience that at its base loves bullshit and has no intention on changing.

You might get fed up with the whole thing and become angry, selfish and insular. You might try to amass a huge fortune but get caught up looking back on the other things, you might change your mind again. You might suffer from paranoid delusions of grandeur, conjuring all kinds of psychotic ideas out of insecurity and attempt to follow through on them with no real understanding of them.

You might try to assert yourself as completely charitable but realize your ego would never allow that, after all, what person could be so vulnerable and so comfortable at the same time? You can turn to drugs but they are a temporary fix to a permanent problem. In fact all the love and compliments in the world won’t fix what’s broken. By the time you have identified the problem you will be too old, life will have flashed by your eyes because you’ve spent your whole life patching up the cracks and trying to avoid the very things you need.

And above all, you will realise you are driven by ego and selfishness, you will realize that all is vanity, that we really do inherit our behaviours from apes and those who think too deeply about it are damned to a permanent hell until their simplistic brains lose activity and shut down.