What is the purpose of the existence?

Nighttime is usually when my thoughts surges. For long I had trouble falling asleep at nights, as I toss and turn for a long time, only to find I’m still awake. While being sleepless is definitely not what everyone desires, I found it helpful to just think about random stuffs and let it go. Usually The “stuffs” consist of episodes from today’s experience and flashbacks dated as early as my childhood in the grade school, but last night it was quite different. To be exact, it was so simple, yet so complicated a question, namely

What is the purpose of the existence?

I’m almost certain that I’ve asked myself similar questions not long ago, but this time the topic echoed in my head throughout the night. My attempts to find answers on Google proved quite unsuccessful – most answers were vague (words like “you are who you are”), while some other associated this with the God. To be honest I’m fine with both answers, but they did not help with my doubts, if at all.

It’s the third night the question hanging around in my head, but now I feel less urge to pursue for the answer. I recognized my efforts are unlikely to be fruitful. It feels like attempting to reduce cycle count by 1 in TIS-100 – you spend hours optimizing the structure and moving statements around, only to find the result is even worse.

I should give up thinking on this; it’s why we have philosophers, after all.