What's the point of all of this? We're just going to be a memory, and even that memory will be forgotten a few generations from now. We'll be the great great great great great grandfather and no one will know how we lived, what we felt. We'll be lost to time, and yet struggle to find a meaning here and now. Sometimes I feel this overwhelming build up in my chest thinking about it and feel microscopic in this universe.
I keep going for my wife and kids, and I keep going because in the end that's all we can really do. Just keep going until we can't go anymore, and then wonder what all the going was for.