Have you ever thought about what the point of life is? This little thought nags at me constantly and makes me so anxious, for reasons I am not sure of. We all go to school, some of us actually learn things and school enlightens us others just float along and absorb nothing. From there some of us choose to further our education, some of us are forced to and the rest dive straight into the work force and work their lives away.. Is that all life is? Learn a little, work a lot, and die at an old age with dozens of grandchildren. Is that even worthy of being called "Life"? When I think of living thoughts of adventures consume my imagination, trave