What is the meaning of my existence? When I think about the vastness of the universe, zooming out from everything—people, the purpose of life, my problems—it all seems so insignificant. Are these things really worth anything? This thought keeps circling in my mind: What am I even doing here? What’s the point of anything? Even if I eventually achieve what I define as success, does it really matter? And after that, what will be my next excuse to keep going and live this life?
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