The Worth of Me

For millennia we have pondered on the deceptively simple question of "What is it all for?". Some have claimed to find the answer, while others say there isn't one at all. We are here because of complete happenstance with no purpose to anything, or we are here as an act of divine intervention with a pre-determined path to follow in accordance with an unknown plan. I find people sit with the one that brings them the most comfort, at least for the majority of the time. Lately, however, I haven't been able to find comfort in any answer. Since childhood I have had a fascination with History and Science, particularly the latter. Exploration and discovery fuelled by a underlined narrative; we discovered X, Y, and Z, but how did we get there? How did we even get to X? Who discovered A, and then who thought to look for B? The simple, almost comical question of "Well what weirdo thought to milk a cow and drink it themselves?!" and archaeologists finding fat deposits on pottery shards that…