In my search for some sort of meaning to my own existence I feel like I've gone crazy many times over only to realize the source of my madness is pure semantics. Though the metaphysical aspects of this world are something to be feared many of them are irrelevant under closer examination. It's a deceiving endeavor though. We are a race that worships physical beauty and the carnal pleasures of the world around us only to fall prey to the more intangible aspects of society. From my experiences many would rather just exist than think about the weight of their own lives and while there is nothing wrong with that mentality it implies a certain level of complacency. That is a potentially dangerous place to be.
Yet as I look into human history I see a pattern, one that I recognize from other areas of my research. Regimes, governments, societies, ect all rise and fall countless times throughout our records of history and literature. We remember the best elements from these ghosts of reality and learn from their mistakes or in some cases repeat them with predictably damning results. As much as we fail though, humans are so diverse that we always survive to rebuild anew.
Life on a cellular level also follows this progression. Scientists study how cells progress and interact to further the human race. It allows us to cure many illnesses our kind faces but there are always more to combat. Kind of like no matter how deep the rabbit hole goes there are always more questions.
Maybe the answer will always be just out of reach or comprehension. I think that "life" is a force that has it's own objectives and we are likely only pawns. That might seem belittling but we can all enjoy the pleasures of the world around us so long as we surrender to it.
A single cell, ant, human, ect might not know their own ultimate purpose but does that make their journey any less meaningful? Why not enjoy the ride?