I take an alternative stance, as opposed to the others here. I believe everything is pointless. I accepted that after so many times climbing up mountains just to tumble back down, so I decided there wasn't a point to it. I gave up, got a backpack, and took off for a year. I learned a couple things: being hungry sucks, being lonely is managable, but being nothing is painful. As a homeless dirty hobo type I learned nobody gives a rats ass about anyone outside their exclusive circles, and that people are like wild dogs in groups. When I caught that boxcar back and lost my dog to the rail bulls, I was done. Done with everyone, everything, this jacked up world. Suicide's a shitty option though, so after some time I decided I'd have to make my own point to life. I gave away everything I had in storage, committed my time to making things for other people, and held careers only to stack cash to support insane ventures. It's been 8 years since then, I'm currently traveling full time with my steady using only the few dollars we get from blogging, and life doesn't feel so pointless because it's on my own time. It's fun and exciting now. I might not have had a tv for a decade, sometimes I'm hungry, but at least I'm not falling to pieces while selling my time to some asshole I hate to do a job I despise so I can keep an expensive roof over my head in a town I never wanted to live in.

Whatever you choose to do with your life, don't do things that make you feel helpless, and take part in things that make you happy, to hell with everything else. Tickets across the Atlantic are cheap, free on boats. Just fuck off for a while if you feel like giving up, there's no point anyway, right?