From Anon. Cut and paste.

A life is born. It grew. It was taught some rules by own species. It was taught survival tactics. The more the knowledge grew, the more the questions grew. Questions like "Is life just about surviving?". It started exploring. It started going distances. It didn't like going away from it's ilk. But then, it wanted to experience new things. At one point, it thought that pain is the ultimate thing. It expriemented. Pain took her no where. It could not come back to normalcy, it could not resort to hedonism. It had no clear aim, no purpose.
It didn't want to continue this way. Till it found something spectacular, it wanted to engage itself in some meaningful activity. Meaningful for world. It started well in work. It excelled. Everybody appreciated that. It felt elated. It even got carried away. It soared and crashed promptly shattering illusions. It got into depression again. Probably depression goes againest life. One can only have a wave of depressions and not constant depression. Very soon middle age descended. It tried to fight away age. It got caught up in work, though never carried away like in the past. It wanted a way out.
But it never got any. May be it didn't try hard enough. Or maybe there wasn't any. It wanted to rebel. Rebel about lack of choice. Rebel about "no answer". It didn't want to join millions of "it" before her and millions after.
It wanted to be radical. But it had doubts, if it was too late to try that. Frustration one day led it to revolt. Revolt againest uncertainity. It got crushed. But in the last moment before getting crushed, it realised that it was a failed attempt. Nobody cried, because nobody cared.

Blogger:: I know the above thing is pointless. Why do we need to have a purpose all the time. :)