When I’m unhappy, I feel like I’m doing life wrong. I’d rather be happy. But is happiness the point of life, or is there more to it? If I pursue happiness, mine first then for those around me, is that selfish? But if there’s a bigger purpose, then what about people with Alzheimer’s or dementia who can’t recall recent experiences or make plans?
Except genes and evolution are unfamiliar with the concept of birth control and therefore made “having sex” the goal instead “having offspring”.
It was simply easier to optimize on the first act of reproduction.
So the actual goal in life is to survive and have sex.