Pointless existence?

What have I done in my life thus far?

This might be the question that might come to mind if someone is reflecting on the things that he had (or had not) done up until such moment of reflection.

Would this be applicable to animals perhaps?

Take for example the mouse below.

Does the mouse know that it has been bred in captivity?

Does the mouse know what to become of him as days pass by?

Fed to the upper members of the food chain perhaps?

Or may be killed for the sake of experimentation?


And so, the mouse will ultimately end like the one below in the interest of science.

Is the mouse's existence pointless?

Scientists using it in the laboratories may not think so.

But we can not ask the mouse about that.

Is life worth living only to end up this way?

So depressing.