I’m not depressed (at the moment, well maybe a little), just feeling philosophical.
Edit: the idea of this came to me because I was pondering why people fight so hard to beat diseases and live a few more years. What are they planning to do? Why exert effort just to be here longer when you don’t have a reason?
Just why?
There’s so much to explore. Not just physical locations, but our own minds and each other’s too. Learning about the laws of the universe, history, and seeing what’s to come. Even pain is a thing to be experienced that the dead don’t get to.
Is all that meaningless? All of us contain our own universe within us. Sure, it would be nice to care about all the other people (if there are other people) and what impact I have on them. But if in the long run nothing I do matters to them, fuck it. I’m mainly concerned with what’s going on in here.