We are born, we suffer and we die. When or how we die, how and how much we suffer, how much or even if we ever enjoy ourselves, what, if anything, we accomplish, simply has no relevance in the grand scheme of things. And that’s not only true for one person or another, but for all animal life. Worse, since animal life seems to be the final goal of the physical universe, it is ultimately true for everything. Universes appear, stars and galaxies are formed, the remaining materials gather to create planets and other smaller celestial bodies, minerals are formed on some of these bodies, microorganisms colonize a few of them, then plants and, ultimately, animals evolve. Eventually, some of those animal species may develop what we consider intelligence, create civilizations, perhaps even expand to other worlds, but it all has an infinitesimal effect if you think about it. No matter what they do or don’t do, sooner or later they’ll all vanish almost without a trace and without setting the foundations for the next level of development.
I mean, giant stars become supernovas in order to create the materials required to form life-supporting planets, which may end up being breeding grounds for life, which may develop and thrive, leading to civilizations, perhaps spacefaring ones, perhaps even great ones on a galactic scale, whether due to their achievements in and understanding of science, art, philosophy or anything else, but in the end why would it matter even then? Non-living things form, exist and, at times, cease to exist in order for life to have a chance, some microorganisms are vital for plants and animals, plants perform functions, both in life and in death, without which animals wouldn’t exist, but then what? No matter how developed some species become, they’re still animals and, no matter their perceived greatness, they merely live in order to live. Not even the spiritual aspect can change this, because souls, if such things exist, would still exist even without bodies, as that tends to be a defining trait of a soul or any other higher entity.
And then you have us, as a civilization. Nowhere near any sort of greatness, nowhere near any sort of impact outside our own little planet, and generally what impact we have even on this tiny world we happened to evolve on is negative for all but ourselves, and often even for ourselves. And when you and me and so many others are nowhere near mattering even in our own little corner of a solar system… What’s the point?
It is said that we need to create the purpose for our lives because life itself has none, which is definitely true, but why do it? We find reasons to live, goals to achieve, higher callings to heed, merely to justify our survival instinct; we wrap our relationships in greater meanings and spiritual values to justify our herd and breeding instincts, even more so for those of us rational enough to not intend to breed… But life is just life, in any form: A culmination, a realization of an universe refusing to admit that its existence has no point, no purpose, and that it’s been heading towards a dead end all along.