Get an education, get a car, get a house with a mortgage, have kids, spend 30-40 years paying the mortgage off and then die.

There is more to life than that - the irrational emotions running wild since born, pleasures of life such as friends, beer, relationships, travelling, and much more.
Educations, car, house, etc, are only the skeletal of the organism. Although, it isn't really that way. You don't really need a car and kids to live a good life.

Is there a lesson in life? Or is the lesson that the only thing that matters is that we spread are genes and nothing else does matter? Morals, conscience, guilt and love. Why does it matter to have these things. You and I won't be around a 100 years from now so why the **** does it matter?

Religion used to give purpose, until it's been deteriorating and now the purpose of life is the irrational liberty of the human organism. Unfortunately that form of liberty requires controlling and dominating others so they won't get in the way of what you want to get.

People just bore me. You can't be free in this world. There's no such thing as freedom. Society says you're free to do what you want. Really? I'm free to do what I want? I have to suppress the real me just to conform to society. I will age, wither and die and never will I truly have lived. The truth is I will live a lie, and I suspect I'm not the only one. I am admittedly a coward. But it's either be a coward or destroy myself even more in the long run.

It does leave us scattered and in need to take care of our own rather than unite together and take care of each other. Freedom is not the light at the end of the struggle. Freedom is a concept. You can also have freedom from caring, freedom from helping, freedom from fighting. And just the freedom to give yourself what you need without interference. It is a dire concept when it comes to the idea of unity and stability. The inability to sacrifice one's needs for another because today we increasingly fear we won't get the favor in return. Biased to my life experience, of course. But just because it's biased,
it doesn't mean it's not real, and it doesn't mean it does not happen to others in at least a similar way.

So I guess I have to achieve those meaningless goals of getting a house, and working my life to pay it off until some day I keel over. How depressing, to know my choices in life are limited.

Pleasure from life is not something that can be explained. And that's a good thing, since when you get that little "feeling" towards something such as an aquarium in the room (my case) and amplify it, you just want it. Doesn't have to be explained! You want it so much you can just take your car/bus and ride right away to the nearest pet fish store. This is my story, about the aquarium hobby I have acquired.

Time is my biggest enemy in this world.