This is it?

I have come to the conclusion that life is pointless. Everything we do, say, and think is for no reason. It doesn't matter if we are a janitor, or a CEO; happy or sad; everything ends the same, with us in the ground rotting or burned into non existance. The only glmmer of hope is the exclusive club that may or may not exist on the other side of the flatline. The rest is just tedious life, day after day of torture until nothingness. I wish I weren't such a chicken, then maybe I could be denied my membership early instead of playing the game. At least there's only about thirty more years of this. Less if I eat enough.