Two weeks ago a friend of mine got into a jet-ski accident. The most memorable part of the accident wasn’t the actual collision, he said, but the “moment of clarity” he experienced after he resurfaced. He realized that all the things that we stress about every day really isn’t that important, and that there are only a couple things in life that matter. I have artistically reproduced that moment:
From a scientific viewpoint, we’re on this Earth to procreate and for no other reason. The meaning that people latch onto to make their life livable is just something that we humans do to pass the time. Your life is not even a blink in the cosmic scale of things.