Is It Pointless?

So I've been doing some thinking lately, and one of my thoughts had to do with my obsession with attaining my dream body. Yes, you all know what I want, well defined chest, killer arms like guns, a well sculpted body overall and of course abs of steel! I will admit that I don't go to the gym for only that vain reason, or to look at hot well shaped and tones chicks scantily clothed sweat or to hook up with them. I do go to stay healthy, to keep my body in prime functional mode, prevent myself from being overweight and suffering from several related diseases and to relieve stress especially after work! But all that shit is secondary right now, I want to look freaking hot! I want to be so hot that when the women see me the rip off their clothes and stare in awe as the feel the temperature rise through their bodies! Yeah that kinda hot!

But then I think to myself, all this vain goal, is just a striving after the wind, a useless struggle, a pointless en devour. Why? Old age, yeah that inevitable fact of life that none of us can escape. The thing is, all this working out and exercise is slowly changing my body, and I emphasize on slowly. So I figure at this rate I'll have something close to my dream body in a few years...a few years older. When i do get something close to my dream body, how long will it last? I'm still going to get old, my metabolism is going to slow down and the belly will return with a vengence! All this firm hard muscles adorned with taunt smooth skin will soon bow to old age and be replaced by weak muscles entangled in shriveled, wrinkled skin. The gray hairs will overwhelm my dark shiny hair of youth and the entire body will begin to weaken. So why should I even bother to torture myself by dieting and exercising to get that hot body, if only to loose it to the ravages of old age in a few years? Doesn't it seem just pointless? Maybe I should just quit and be satisfied with how my body looks and find something else to do with my time.

So why do I continue this painful routine, pack my bag at least three times a week, run on the treadmill, pump, lift and curl several pounds of weights till my arms fall in fatigue, do several crunches till my muscles cry out in pain? Because I still want than damn good ass body! If it's even for one day, to take one photo of myself with that hot get gal body so I can look back in my days of gray hair, wrinkles and arthritis, and say "I used to look like that! Hot nuh rass!" So until I get that body, those killer arms with bulging biceps and triceps, broad muscular chest, strong shoulders, powerful legs and thighs, and abs of steel, sweat will poor like rain, cries of pain inflicted by sour muscles will echo, the clinging of weights will ring out and the intermittent thud of feet hitting a hard surface with punctuate the constant run of the treadmill's motor. Why? Because I want it bad, even if I get old doing it.