I just watched a movie called, “Moon”. It’s about a guy on a three-year contract as the sole operator of a helium 3 mine on the far side of the moon.
He comes back to the main building after an accident on a maintenance mission to find another copy of himself. A clone.
Spoiler: It turns out he is one of a long line of clones. The family he thinks is waiting for him are dead. He never really existed on earth before his contract began.
It made me think about myself. I could very well be a clone who has no real life. It would explain a lot. I don’t feel like a real person. I don’t feel like I belong here. At least the clones in the movie have a life of only three years before dying. I wish I had that to look forward to. It would make me feel a lot better knowing that I was going to die soon rather than having a long pointless future to have to endure.