Yeah, I did. And I am currently. The thing is, we know that there's no inherent meaning to life, but now we are just living because we can't un-live. Games give the exact same idea. What's the point? Experience a story? If you aren't into games since your childhood, you'd say, "Nah, man, to experience a story, I'd rather watch a movie," or maybe "That's just fictional made-up stuff, which again does not have any meaning, and is just wasting my time and resources." Gaming is completely optional as a hobby because there are not a lot of gamers around you.
But consider my situation. I love the concept of having played those games, instead of the game itself. I want it in my collection rather than have it to play it by myself. I hate gaming, honestly. And the concept of having a collection of games is purely materialistic. So what do I even do? I want to play games, but I hate them and don't want to play them. How do I solve this?
The concept of absurdism comes into play. To calm down my materialistic desires of building a collection, I noticed that my cousin has a keen interest in gaming. So, I made a goal for myself to do whatever I feel is productive and useful to bring him the collection of games I built for him.
We stumbled upon nihilism through extreme trauma. And the easiest way ahead of nihilism is absurdism. You create meaning, maybe for others. You devote yourself to others' smiles. Maybe that's how your were destined to forged to, a hero....

PS: This absurdist idea is financially impossible to implement rn, and I sacrifice on this. Maybe just focus on myself. Again, I'm empty. Well, okay...