hey man, hey. you're basically just a collection of elementary particles (albeit you posess what we call sentience). what makes you up is the same thing that makes up everything else. everything you love. everything you hate. everything you don't have strong feelings toward, or just don't know about yet. everything you will never, ever know.
you are permanently connected to everything around you. even when you die, the stuff that makes you is going to become something else. and then that'll become something else. and so on. your death will result in life, one way or another.
so, you know: there's never been anything uniquely wrong with you; what could ever be fundamentally wrong about a bunch of stuff? you've never been alone; how could you ever be truly isolated when all that surrounds you and is fundamentally the same thing as you?
also, maybe it's not a case of how much anything "matters." maybe you can just accept you exist, and in some form, you probably always will. maybe just existing and exploring life is enough. what does the heat death of the universe care for anything different?
even so, if existence is meaningless on a cosmic scale (keyword: if), why not at least enjoy it? does meaning really need to be inherent? or can whatever matters to you just simply exist like that, too?













