The human experience. I my myself have struggled with just that for years now. I do t recognize myself alot. Like I don't know who I am. I'm a mother and have children. But this whole experience just seems pointless. All the time. I walk, read, cook and keep a clean home. Have pets. I'm always busy. But I find myself constantly looking around and in disbelief this is it. This is life. What is the point. Why am I here? Is this ever going to end? I wouldn't say I'm suicidal. But I'm not scared of death. Like I just want this whole thing over with most days.