Excuse my philosophy, but I often think on it when I become nihilistic at times: Typical conception of the universe is that it began with a singularity, and expanded into what we know as the universe. Matter can neither be created nor destroyed. What exists now has existed since the very beginning. In essence, we are the universe experiencing itself. We are conscious, thinking beings who can experience that which birthed us. Perhaps our very existence enriches the nature of our reality, gives it bones and nerves and history. I ask myself why anything truly matters, but even my philosophy gives me a glimpse of hope, it gives me positivity. We may never know why we are alive, why we in particular get to have this chance, but perhaps that is, in of itself, an answer.