The Urbаn Prophet™ 5.0

After that i find myself wondering why I've been wasting my time wondering about what the purpose of life is. Truth is, my belief is that there is no one preordained purpose, it's more of a kind of mish-mash of stuff, only loosely connected in the minds eye. We just don't have a preset purpose, which kind of sucks because if we don't have one that means we're not the numero uno most important inhabitants of the Universe. The Universe just doesn't care about us, we could all just disappear one day, vanish, and the Universe would carry on exactly the same. Actually, it's not that it doesn't care, it's that it cannot care. The point I'm trying to make here is that well, it's up to you to decide what your purpose is, because nobody else has. If you go wandering around life waiting for someone to go, "Dude, do this and your life will have true meaning.", you'll wander forever. Actually, someone most likely will come along and tell you what that special something is but ask yourself this before you go running off believing him/her, "How the hell does he/she know what it is?". So go out there, decide what your purpose is and just do it. Quit whinging cuz nobody wants to hear it, and seriously nobody really cares. Go find yourself, if you give yourself half a chance, you will. Your purpose is most likely right before your eyes.

The question I'm pondering right now though, is why the hell am i feeling so philosophical at 1 am in the morning and what does jello have to do with any of this?