My Day is Coming

Sometimes I wonder why we bother with all this shit. Every once in a while I stop and think, "Why am I watching TV? Why is the computer so important to me, and how come everytime I pull up the internet I type in meebo.com or myspace.com. Why do I even go on the internet at all?" What is the point of doing these things? There has to be a point, right? Everything has a point, aren't I correct? I mean, supposedly every person has a point, which would make one think that everything has a point too. So what is the point of watching hours of mindless television, or even supposedly mindful television. What is this going to do for me? Also, what is the point of getting dressed everyday? Or at least, what is the importance of looking good? There really is no importance. I mean, I suppose that to us, it is important but why is it that we find it important? The thing is, I'm not even sure I think that it shouldn't have importance. This is a phase, right? Human existance is a phase so part of this phase are these things. Television, clothing, making an impression on other souls, using the computer, getting a job; it's all important to what we call the human existance. No, it's not crucial to make us survive, but it is how we live. I just want to know the importance. Though really, I guess what I want to know, is the importance of myself. I feel, I feel like I have something inside of me, this thing, or knowledge, or power, I'm not sure but I feel like I have this importance, but I don't know what it is. It feels like everytime I get a clue it slips away, so when will be the time that all these clues finally fit together? When will be the time that all these clues will work out in my mind? Then again, sometimes I worry that I am making up all of this. I think that maybe I'm just insane and I'm making up all of this in my head in some strive to feel important, and that I'm going to die insane, still believing that my day will come. My day will come.