Evolution

What's keeping me alive?
No, this is not a cry for help. It's a philosophical exploration. I'll explain.

Everything supposedly has a purpose in life. Most people are content with the fact that they've been born and that there are conventions to be followed as a result. Simply progress through the checkpoints that society has structured until you die. No questions asked. That's just the way it is. But, if you take the time to think about it, completing these tasks is just filling the hours. You're going to die regardless of what you've accomplished or not.

Animals inherently know that their only purpose is to reproduce. They only fulfill the tasks necessary to keep them alive long enough for this to be done. Eat, sleep, find a suitable partner, procreate, raise the offspring so they can in turn procreate and continue the species so that the food chain remains in balance. Some creatures don't even live long enough to raise their offspring, once they've reproduced and given birth to the new generation, they die, because their purpose has been finished.

Humans have complicated this cycle by introducing, among other things, modern medicine, and as such, extended the life span far past the age of reproduction. By doing this, as a species, humans nullified natural selection. Everyone is given the opportunity to live, despite the fact that they may not be able to produce offspring, let alone genetically favorable beings.

To justify this, goals were created to fill the extra time (accumulation of possessions, hobbies, social conventions etc) but in terms of relevancy to the life cycle, these goals mean nothing. Petty conflicts such as jealousy of property, war, etc are just manifestations of subconscious boredom. The mind hasn't rationalized that we've structured society to surpass the natural instinct of reproducing simply to maintain the species. This frustration channels itself into constant conflict with both the environment and between ourselves.

As as species, humans claim to be so evolved because we've accomplished all these 'great' things, that no other species has done. We see ourselves as superior because we are 'capable' of tasks beyond survival. But does that really make us superior? Or have we really just complicated the concept of life? If we are indeed superior because we 'can' do these things, what is the point? What are we supposed to do with this knowledge if our purpose is beyond to reproduce for the sake of ecological balance?

Call it an immature existential crisis, but do you have any better answers?