Life, The Universe, And Everything

I originally wrote this on Facebook after some rather frustrating events, but I publish it here as well as it is, as part of my personal philosophy, also therefore somewhat part of my movie.

Hm...life is weird and repetitive...
I the beginning, we never were.
Then we gets ripped into existence, eating , screaming, pooping, having no clue who or where we are. And we need help eating, we're talking incomprehensive, and wear diapers.
Next, we're convinced we know everything, and do our best to tell everyone else how wrong they are.
In out 30's/40's most of us realize we really do not know anything in comparison to the shear fucking vastness of reality and truth, and just tries our best to do the best of the situation and our lives. Especially the career.
Next, we know for sure we knows best, and everyone else is full of shit. I mean, with a life of experiences, how could we be wrong?
Then, we have no clue who or where we are, just eating, ranting, pooping. Yet again we need help eating, we're talking incomprehensive, and wear diapers.
Finally, ripped from existence, we are no more.

/CvanC