Indeed, I often wonder why people are so involved in life. They do a whole bunch of things that are important to them : building a family, buying a house, spending a lot of time at work, and a few hobbies to occupy themselves. When I look at the daily lives of these people, I wonder what the point is. Do they realize that their life is a copy of their neighbor's life? That fundamentally, whether they existed or not would have changed nothing? That their life is useless because they will eventually die and the universe will continue to turn? Their family will also die, their house will collapse, their work will have been useless to enrich a boss who will end up dying.
Our life is only a small passage on Earth, a parenthesis, a bubble. No matter how much I know it exists, it still strikes me with its absurdity. Our existence is irrelevant. We are bound to die one day, why pretend it will never happen, and why see death as a tregedy? From the moment we are born, it is only a matter of time before we return to nothingness and oblivion.