As you get older, you realize you are going to die. In theory, you already knew this, except, you really didn't. It's only when you get old that you understand that really, honestly, for truth, no kidding, you are going to die. With this realization comes the realization that nothing you have done in your life it going to endure. Everything you built will eventually fall to nothing and be forgotten. The one possible exception is children. If you have had a child, you may have done something that will have meaning and endure. But if you're childless, as many are, or if you child turns out to be a piece of shit, as many do, you start to think that your life had no meaning, and you start to get angry. All the little pissants you put up with throughout your life just to get along and avoid prison, and now none of it matters because you are going to die anyway. You stant to wonder if maybe, back in highschool, you should have taken a gun and blown the brains out of that certain someone who gave you a hard time for nothing. Then, maybe, you start to wonder if its too late to change your ways and make up for lost time. After all, you'll be dead in a few years anyway, so what the fuck does anything matter, right? This is why we need religion. We need God in our lives. It give our lives meaning, and it guides our actions even in trying times when we are tempted to do something rash and violent.