Even if i was working on the most important thing in the world, the most scientifically advanced developments or the next best lipstick color or new band that is about to take the world by storm, that does not give this life a purpose that is meaningful in the context of this very vast cosmos.
Even if i do the best job I can and have the best child in the world and she does the most amazing things we do here on planet earth that still does not, it seems to me, to be a reason to justify the perpetual energy we put forth just to survive and have life on this planet. In the grand cosmos view of things, surely, this human experience we know here right now, like typing this thought out, has more to offer the universe than this?
Even if I think all this is futile and pointless, I’ll still keep trying until my daughter says I don’t have to help her future find a meaning more honoring of the cosmos than this human experience.
Really, why has earth spawned life at all?