there is no point

This life has no point. Literally. Who cares if we live or die, what happens to us, where we go and what we do? Nobody, if we die we’ll be forgotten. Like everyone else. And it doesn’t matter if we are ‘good’ or ‘bad’, when we die we’ll be forgotten anyways. None of us make a difference in this world, we mean nothing.
All of humanity is pointless, the things we build and destroy. The love we hold and grudges we keep, the villages we’ve built over the years, the cities we’ve made and the history we’ve written. Rulers, poor people, villains, heroes, regular people, kings.
When our world dies and humanity ends, there is no one left to remember the rest of us. It all doesn’t matter. We all don’t matter.