thoughts from a train: questions on existance

what is this life for?

some days I know — it’s so clear and obvious.

the next, and sometimes even within hours, I am wondering why. what is the purpose? what is it we’re working towards each day? how do we know if we’ve arrived? and what if we do so early on and miss it and are left wandering aimlessly for the rest of our time?

what if we never arrive?