Does everything need to have a function? 

Humanity is obsessed with being productive. 
We fill our living spaces with junk, and then work harder and harder to acquire more and more.
But why? What is it all in aid of? Do we need all this stuff? Why are we doing this?

A functional life may sound fulfilling and useful, but it also sounds mechanical. 
Where is the fun, the pleasure, the creative spirit?
Do you explore who you are? Or what you want from life?