We, as the minds of our bodies, and the ones who control most of it's voluntary action, tend to think that we are the goal. That the main purpose of our body's life is to serve us, and that our emotions (and the things they are derived from) are the only inherent value to living that there is.
But I find this to be untrue. We are just a part of the body, (likely) there due to a need to move/travel, serving another goal. Our emotions are just incentives and deterrents to aid the survival of the body and the social group (other bodies). I don't claim to know what exactly we are "serving" or why, but it appears that we are. I can speculate that some part of our genes contains an intrinsic need for survival/reproduction, but it is possible that it goes deeper than that (i.e, there is a bigger reason for survival) and I do not currently know enough to confirm any of the possibilities, nor do I want to list all of them here at the risk of this post turning into a confusing compilation of ideas.
Be sure to keep in mind that I'm speaking of the entire body. When I say "emotions are not the reason survival is worthwhile" I am not denying that this is true for the mind.
Do you agree that the mind is a means to an end? If so, what end?...Or maybe, the means to a perpetual "striving"?