why can't the sheer joy of existence be enough of a reason to get up every day? countless religions and philosophies have made up this purpose and that to do what any sane creature would do anyway, LIVE.

just because we have created our particular form of "reason" doesn't mean that the rest of the cosmos has to fit neatly into our plans. we are probably as insignificant as roaches, so why should there be some grand design centered around us.

we live,
we die.
we find our purpose anew each day.
all else is hubris

undoubtedly someone said that somewhere, sometime.