cause even when I dream again

Somethings are meant to be.
some are meant to die.

I don't know what I'm meant to.
I don't think that anyone knows what they are meant to.

I just want to believe that there's some reason to be here rather than the logic explanation of just being.

I don't believe that there's a god, I barely believe that theres a society.
So how do I found answers, real ones, in a world where no one really understand the reality of the being.