What is life? Is it a time or a place? A new opportunity, perhaps just a race? A world of experience, whether good or bad A marvelous adventure of fun to be had? Is it maybe an object, and item or two? Is it a belief, a value of few? Perhaps it's a person, or maybe career? Isn't there more than that to hear?
But I think life's pointless, each day the same Shooting blindly with nothing to aim