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?
The answer is that there’s no one answer. Since people find it, since people make it, and some people don’t think it exists. I’m that last one, just killing time until sweet oblivion finally claims me.