"Nothing matters" - that is the title and idea of this work.

When I imagine how small we humans are compared to the universe. When I imagine that a few years after my death, no one will remember me. When I look at our small planet from space and see even smaller people on it, how big are our problems really? From such a distance, it really seems that nothing really matters. Suddenly there is no point in dealing with the unimportant and stressing over every little thing. It doesn't matter. Life will go on. The planet will spin with or without us for millions of years to come.
Actually, this text doesn't even matter, so why am I writing it...

I don't mean to say that I am indifferent to life. It's fine. This is just something to think about. All I want to say is to not take everything so seriously.