What makes your rising sun so new?

Why do we proceed with things? Why do we go on, really whats the point?

Some people will tell you the goal is progress. To become better than what you should be, to become more than what you are now, and in a nutshell to find hapiness in achievement. Or at least the tools to be happy. But then, when you think about it, the only thing you see on the horizon when you climb a hill is a thousand more hills you haven't climbed yet. And when you climb those thousand, you'll become aware of a thousand more to climb.

It's never-ending. The process of trying to go further and further, of trying to climb. It's ineveitable that we do it, so really...sometimes I think it better that we don't think on it, that way we never question the futility of it all, of everything that we do and everything we've done to achieve the knowledge that there's more to do. It can be concluded then, that hard work amounts to more hard work, and this is the way of things. There is no way to reach whatever objectives you set. Before you reach it, you always push up your standards, you always look for a new challenge, a new way to motivate ourselves to find more challenge.

So then it's reasonable to assume life is a collection of meagre satisfaction, and an endless cascade of challenges which lead only to less satisfaction unless you work harder. After 100 years, do you really think you'll be satisfied? There'll be no time to make you happy, only time to climb more hills looking for that elusive thing that we all pretend to have innanely: Hapiness.

Even if you could live forever, your mortal perspective will not be lost. You will strive for more and more progress, and by the time it comes to the point there is none left to be had, then there is no purpose to life anymore, there are no more goals and more importantly, you have no connection to what happens around you by the time you finish. Time would have left you behind, and you will be connected to nothing. Then, when you throw yourself into the fire, or go mad because you have lost touch with everything around you.....no one will know you even exsisted.

No one will even remember whatever horizons you saw while you were climbing. Not even you will remember what you saw. You were too busy counting how many hills you saw and which one to surrmount first.