What is life... Why do we live? Why do we struggle to only suffer? Men... how infinite in faculties, yet so little is known. If life is only made up of a series of sequential events repeating itself in a manner although chaotic yet can roughly fit into a pattern of mathematical model... I think I am loosing it... I am entering a state of depression. It is weird, since I was always a cheerful and optimistic person. Recently I tried to find the purpose to life but I am having a hard time... Anyone else are in the same situation as me?