What is more ridiculous than a novel is life which has no storyboard to follow.
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.