Why Do We Bother?Philosophers throughout history have asked this question, but have we ever really stopped to consider why we bother? Is it for the love of wisdom, or is it for the love of being bothered? Perhaps it's both.

Consider the futility of existence, and the inevitability of taxes. We toil away, only to realize that the universe is just going to collapse under a massive, crushing weight of nothingness. Or is that what makes it so compelling?

The Meaning of Life: A Philosophical Exploration