Existence isn’t random, it just isn’t interesting

We start as a lump of protoplasm, a machine for eating and excreting. We grow into a child, something almost supernaturally pure and beautiful. Then comes a bad time with pimple and puberty. Adolescence gives way to unwanted maturity, after which we have a year of two of being ruthless sculptors. But soon enough we start to gain weight, lose hair and for next forty years we degenerate into various forms of human gorilla and then we end and that’s what we had been waiting for since we realised the importance of existence and it isn’t interesting