Nope, work your way up to a heroic dose of magic mushies and the universe/god/cosmic conciousness practically screams it in your face and spells it out for your retarded depressed monkey brain. You're here to have fun, experience new things, bask in the sunlight, and to be a unique one-of-a-kind being woven into the tapestry of reality. A unique stich patterned by your particular mental emotional complexities and life experiences, never to be replicated again ever. Our existence is both an artistic expression, a unique fingerprint in spacetime, as well as a playful avatar of the universe feeling itself out.

But thats just like, my opinion man

It's one of life's greatest mysteries.