We are born to live. From the moment we are thrown into the universe, we breathe, eat, drink, procreate. It is what we do as living organisms. But why would one procreate, let alone find a reason to stay alive, without something to stay alive for? We as humans don't stay alive for the sake of survival , but rather for things that bring purpose; religion, art, music, love. In an endless oblivion of darkness and space, humans are the only species primitive enough to care. You must do what you love. The best things in life will always end in conflict, that is why we humans are primitive. -blam!- this planet. It is a piece of shit. Seriously. If I cannot return to space, then I will snort coke until I die.