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?
To me, the point of life is to give and receive love. There are many types of love and many ways to show it, and through working towards/with that, it gives my life meaning.