@Amigo,
This is an old post, I'm aware of that, but recently my feelings have drawn me back to it.
Everything in life seems to always find its way back to its own futility. Everything that we pursue, when taken as a whole, very much seems futile. This seems to be the ultimate problem in life; how do we reconcile our desire for purpose with the apparent futility of existence? How do we overcome the futility of life and find a way to make life meaningful?
For example, I was reading Sartre's book "Existentialism & Humanism", and I was thinking about the ideas contained in it, trying to determine how much I agree or disagree with those ideas, and trying to determine the limitations of those ideas. After a while, I found myself feeling that this process seems completely futile. I realized that I didn't know why I was choosing to do this. There was no reason to do anything else either.
But that is the problem, the problem of futility.