What is more ridiculous than a novel is life which has no story line to follow.
My grandfather was an excellent chemist; however, due to his wife and child, he gave up the chance to follow his mentor to Chinese Academy of Sciences. He then became chemistry lecturer in a university at his little town. An Ra radiation accident in research brought the end of his career.
Watching the older generations wearing the chains from their ancestors, they work and get married until they decease after decades of ordinary life. Living in a mental state, being pushed and pushing forward by the human instinct. It confuses me with the actual meaning of "life" or "being alive", but when I tried to seek for an answer, the randomness of life has been constantly dissolve the meaning of life.
I'm lost, in the question itself.