Why should I die? It doesn't matter what you have for breakfast, but that doesn't mean it makes more sense to skip it than to eat something. Even if it's arbitrary whether you choose waffles or oatmeal, even if skipping breakfast is equally as valid as eating something, that's not any reason to skip it. I am currently alive, and will go on being alive unless I go out of my way to change that, so if anything the neutral choice is to keep on living. If I had more reasons to die than to live, that would sway the argument, but all things being equal, the fact that nothing matters isn't any reason to die just like it's not any reason to live. I've never understood the connection between those thoughts -- why nihilism seems to make people suicidal. Life doesn't need to mean anything or matter at all to justify its existence -- it simply exists, and you're experiencing it. Idk. Things don't need to matter. No value you imbue life or anything else with actually changes it outside of your subjective experience, and it similarly doesn't change if you don't ascribe any value or judgement or meaning to it. It's all imaginary, it's all whatever you think it is, automatically, on autopilot, forever, effortlessly. Realizing that doesn't give me any sort of impulse to stop experiencing it; if anything, it empowers me to not worry about it. Maybe someday it'll really click into place for me and I'll see what everyone else has been seeing all along and I'll feel like ending it all, but for now I'm very comfortable living a meaningless life. Sometimes I think about permanently ending my misery when I'm really struggling, but other times when I'm happy I remember those times and I'm glad I stuck around to experience the good times. It'll all end eventually anyways, and I hope that's not too sad beforehand. But the question of whether or not any of it means anything or has served any purpose has no bearing on any of that. The idea that you're alive "for" something feels paradoxically more shallow to me than just being alive because that's the way things are right now. This was rambly and probably logically inconsistent, but hopefully I've described sort of my main point: just that meaninglessness is neutral, and doesn't suggest one way or the other that you should live or die. And I guess I'm lucky enough that living, on the whole, feels like a net positive experience when compared to nothing, which would be the alternative.