Produce, Consume, Die

I saw this T-shirt once, and it had the stick men on it working (produce), eating (consume), and the last one was dead. That's pretty much our life cycle, isn't it? What else is there? Kids don't produce anything, they just consume (and, boy, do they CONSUME!). Once the mystical world of adulthood is reached and childhood is left behind, the grind commences. Work, home, eat/sleep, work, home, eat/sleep, work, home, eat/sleep with the occasional vacation or movie thrown in. Mow the lawn. Do the Dishes. Mow the lawn. Do the dishes. Mow the lawn.... yeesh. What's the point? Unless you are Mother Theresa or Gandhi (even those folks died and nothing in the world changed substantially), what impact are you really making outside your bubble of influence? Nothing, nada, none. And, does anyone really care? There are billions of people in this world and pretty much none of them care about you. The world is billions of years old and you're here for, what, maybe 90 years, tops, and after that...your dead. Passed away. Six feet under. Gone. What difference did you make in the big scheme of things? None. The way I figure life is this - it all boils down to simply you. It's not about Mankind, or global warming, or the financial crisis, or any other kind of "big picture" thing. It's about what makes you happy, because nobody else is going to do it for you, and once your dead, your dead. Just ask Marilyn Monroe.