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?
I think the meaning of life is experience. I have a personal belief that is hard to explain because it’s obviously going to sound a little wacko but I think since all matter is energy and it seems like there’s really only energy I’m convinced everything and everyone is the same thing and I think that thing, lets call it the universe, is just also trying to understand what’s going on just like us. So everything from the sun to butterflies to black holes are either some kind of organ or vessel or after effect of the universe trying to understand itself/what is going on but not in a conscious way exactly.
I think we share a universal consciousness and being alive is just peering through a very limited perspective.
But also we’re chemically designed to try and not die. Rage against the dying of the light and all.