I feel like we search for a purpose, a reason, a meaning for our existence just so that we have something to hold onto, so that we don't madden from the insane absurdism! sit on a park bench and look at the grass beneath your feet, now pick one blade of grass and ask yourself what is the meaning and existence of this single grass blade?? You and your existence has pretty much the same value :) Once we stop looking for a purpose and start enjoying the absurdism of existence, things feel a lot lighter . Because when you are nothing,you can be anything:)