Yes, I do sometimes. I wonder what the point of it is and if there's something once we die. Other times I believe we are just here purely due to evolution and luck. Then other times I think we were genetically engineered as a slave race by aliens who visited this planet millennia ago but they left after they got what they came for but not before imparting knowledge and clues onto us, however they came back and now they are studying and living amongst us without us knowing, like some kind of zoological experiment.
I honestly do, and thinking about the "meaning of life" depresses the **** out of me tbh. In the end, in a planet of 7 billion people, the chances of you making enough of an impact on the world to be remembered are tiny. Not only that, but we're all just small things on a small planet out of a universe full of them. If we don't make an impact on anything, then is that really worth pushing through life's struggles? It's a really sad thought.
I honestly do, and thinking about the "meaning of life" depresses the **** out of me tbh. In the end, in a planet of 7 billion people, the chances of you making enough of an impact on the world to be remembered are tiny. Not only that, but we're all just small things on a small planet out of a universe full of them. If we don't make an impact on anything, then is that really worth pushing through life's struggles? It's a really sad thought.
It is. Any achievment is really pointless if we look from that context. Who will care to remember Beyonce, Lady Gaga or Obama in 100-1000 years?
