Random Things - Strung Together?

Life, as we know it, is strange.
There's intervals of time that seem to pass either faster or slower without acknowledgement.
Items that you once had and/or cherished disappear and we take no notice.
Animals sense danger, evil and perhaps the fate of loved ones and we sit uncaring or unwilling to question.
Death approaches ever nearer, and yet, we heed no warnings. As they say, 'Que sera, sera.'
But to act upon, study, linger in thought within these topics is sick, and disturbing. Well, so is my use of commas, but I digress.
It's funny how everyone slants toward a life that may or may not mean anything in the long run, could or couldn't be considered a failure, will or will not leave a lasting impression upon the world as we know it, or history as we write it.
Life, as a collection of experiences, is faulty. Because once these experiences are through being collected, there might not be anyone left to remember them. Which is why we put a strut in our steps, sneer at the ugly people, trip and fall down stairs, laugh at bad jokes, and generally become a nuisance to everyone around us. Otherwise, the alternative is to seek refuge in a bottomless chasm of fear and paranoia, only looking back out long enough to see the wreck the world is, the horrible atrocities performed by our leaders and ourselves, and maybe grab a cold one and go back to a false sense of reality, one that pats you on the head and says, "Great job, friend! You're important! You may just be someone that matters!"
Or maybe I'm just really tired.
And worn out from staring at:

"Because I am not planted in the ground. I am held upright on a plate of cold granite."

-Atarikeiko