I take a lot of comfort in knowing that almost nothing I do really has any sort of meaning
hear me out
I will be using Minecraft as an analogy
In Minecraft, there is no goal, no real end point, you just gather and build.
You gather so that you can stay alive and so you can build things; and we build things to make the world more aesthetically pleasing, to make it easier to gather more things or to experiment with certain game mechanics. We all know that none of these things really benefit us in any way, but we do it because we enjoy it. There doesn't need to be a purpose, we make our own purpose. If the game were only about survival, we could simply dig a hole, make a little cave, plant some crops and live off them forever (in earlier versions before hunger, you could literally just dig a 2*1 hole, close it off and sit inside forever).
We know that eventually our hard work will be lost; our hard drives will fail and we will lose our back ups, data will corrupt, the server you were part of will shut down or be reset, Minecraft will update to a version that doesn't support old saves, or you will simply lose interest and stop playing. But for a brief moment in your life, you were part of your own little world that you crafted to your own liking, and no loss of data will change that.
It's a lot like life.
We eat, sleep, drink and build shelters so that we can stay alive.
We stay alive so that we can have sex and procreate.
We procreate so that there are people around in the future to do the same (or just accidentally because sex is fun).
We make things to make it easier to stay alive.
It's all kind of pointless really; we survive just for it's own sake.
But we do so much more; we make things that in no way improve our ability to survive (art).
We do outrageous things like
climb mountains
make super fast vehicles that are super expensive and impractical but we love them because they're fast
compete to see who's the best at running, lifting things or sliding down hills
create massive spectacles of people kicking a ball around and get millions to watch
We do pointless things like
walk through forests
stare at screens for hours
wank
stare at ink symbols on paper for hours
kick balls around
speak to greater powers whom we're not sure actually exist
wank
These things are all quite outrageous and pointless, and we really don't need to do them to survive,but we enjoy them, we find meaning in them. NONE of it really has a purpose but we don't care, we MAKE them have purpose! We create our own purpose.
Eventually we die, any legacy we might leave is eventually lost to entropy, scattered and erased, eventually the inevitable heat death of the universe occurs and all the matter that composes us is broken down into it's most basic components and scattered. But for a tiny brief period in time, you existed, you experienced life, you found meaning in whatever is important to you, you left some sort of legacy (whether it be offspring or just a collection of posts on the Escapist forums), and you found meaning in whatever it is that is important to you. As completely and utterly insignificant as it is, it was everything to you.
Why do I find this comforting? I think about shit like this a lot actually. I find it comforting in an odd way to try to fathom about how small I am when I worry about little things like money, success, my skill level in various areas. I don't need to worry about whether I'm wealthy, I don't need to fret about my career, I REALLY don't need to beat myself up because I can't compete on any significant level in any (or most) of my skills. By thinking this way, I can just relax and focus on the things that I want to find purpose in, regardless of how "pointless" they are.
does ANY of this make sense to anyone but myself?