Why do we do the things that we do?

Why are we here? (Before I sleep, I am imagining spending on a beach with you beside a bonfire...talking about things with sense and non-sense. That's how we discover each other -- but this story is for another time) Because I am looking for something exciting, finding something that would pique my curiosity like love or lust. Both are very exciting and interesting but only one has meaning. We do the things we do because of the possibility that it might be something worthwhile doing. Because it might give us meaning and satisfaction that we had lived a life. Not just live but actually felt alive. Why do we do the things that we do?