I suppose the randomness of existence doesn't actually owe us any answers. After all, it has given us the only thing it has to offer. We exist. It's tough when that doesn't feel like enough. Sometimes you want more than existence, you want purpose.
The truth is, you can set as many goals as you want, but I'm not buying that as purpose. That's something you're willing to occupy your time with, and good on you for having it. I just always come back to the futile nature of the life we've been given. You live, you do stuff to keep your brain occupied, you die.
In the grand scheme of the entire universe, we are insignificant, and this is obviously not news to anyone. I'm not the first person to struggle with the existential crisis that is the idea of one's own consciousness one day ceasing to exist. Hell, that's why we have religion. Because people can't and don't want to deal with the fact that eventually we just won't be anymore. That's scary as hell.
No one can answer the "why" we are here. We can hope there are many things beyond our ability to reason. We can hope we will be exposed to the great truth of it all one day in the afterlife.
The honest truth to the why is most likely, just because.
And sometimes it's hard to keep going when your entire purpose is just "shrugsies."
That's it for today.