life

I've been thinking about life and death a bit lately and I was wondering, If there is no life after death, what is the point of living? I mean why be alive when I'm just going to die later? For some reason I feel the need to put some clothes on in the morning before I drive my car to work and make money.

Not only am I alive but I have a conscience. I think conscienceness is a waste for something that is going to end up being a rotting pile of flesh in a hundred or so years.

Ah fuck, this is just too large to wrap my head around. It will be the death of me....