We are here, forced to crawl on the surface of this sphere. A planet that circles a star in the milky way galaxy, which is comprised of approximately 100 billion stars. The observable universe has an estimated ~10 billion galaxies, which means there are ~1 billion trillion stars in the observable universe.
Today, scientists are seriously considering the theory that all of this is a simulation; the purpose of such simulation is as unknowable as the theory. Regardless, it is clear we are an infinitesimal microscopic part of this "project" we call reality. There is no evidence that we matter; there is no evidence that anyone who has ever lived, or all of their accomplishments, ever mattered. Social daily interactions are as meaningless and inevitable as the oscillation of electrons. A sick, sterile Rube Goldberg type machination that started with the big bang. There is no god that cares for you. There is no meaning to your actions. Underneath the seeming complexity and chaos of free will are but simple choices that you are coerced to take - there is no choice; everything is predictable when you know the variables.
It is sunny and hot outside. Car alarms go off, dogs bark. Sound waves travel, but they reverberate and dissipate. Within the last 24hrs every human being has woken up and started their daily routine; all 7.4 billion of them. Men and women, old and young; all follow a set of rules established before them. All care more for themselves than the species. Such is the instinct of self preservation. Daily routines completed with a purpose; grocery shopping, take out the trash, pay bills, walk the dog. Meanwhile reality collapses inside a super massive blackhole, and the idea of understanding anything is as vertigo inducing as putting on roller blades and walking on the edge, at the top of a skyscraper.
We fool ourselves into thinking that this mechanism we are stuck in has some type of meaning; don't underestimate the cruelty of reality. The only solace we can partake in is knowing that we are in this together; hostages of whatever collective experiment this has become.
In the time it took me to ramble, 1,000+ people died and 2,000+ more were born. Make no mistake, perspective is knowing you don't matter, so that you can rid yourself of whatever expectations you have and enjoy the ride. It's easy to forget this while counting the hairs on your head in the mirror - i know this firsthand.