Venting Purpose

[Chanting dread]

RANT WARNING

i am rotting, my soul crumbling.
I have nothing to live for, nothing of worth.
All these years ive chased car after car, bike after bike trying to buy my happiness, trying to buy a reason to live.
All for nothing.
All of my possessions are meaningless, all the countless hours working and dollars spent.
For what?
Just to say i had a cool car, or bike?
But what meaning is there in that.
None.
I have no greater purpose in life.
Im so incredibly bored.
The closest thing ive got to a purpose is perfecting my riding, getting better and better and one day maybe hold a track record at my local spot.
BUT THATS MEANINGLESS.
It gives me nothing of worth.

I could fight in a war, but what would 1 corpse change?
One more sack of blood and flesh, one more wasted life spent for the corrupt leaders of rotten nations.

It would change nothing.
My life has no value, no significance.
Never has never will.

So why do i even exist.
All i do is chase happiness that ill never catch.

I want something greater than myself.