Repeat: I am not pointless. I am not pointless. I am not pointless.

Oh, yesterday was such a bad day. So many things happening at the same time, and I swear I have some form of depression because I just wanted to have never existed. I couldn't see the point to being alive anymore. It seemed like nothing I do, nothing, was worth anything, that we all just spend our lives hoping for some future happiness and we have to put up with all the crap before we get there and we might die at any time anyway and what the hell is the point in putting up with other people getting what they want when I don't even know what I want, let alone going about getting it, and blah blah blah.

Not good.

And then I went to work and forgot about how pointless I was and did my job. And I felt a lot better.

And then I talked to my dad about why I was so damn mopey for a few days and he gave me a talking to. As all good dads do.

There is no avoiding sucky jobs and stupid people and heartbreaks, but it is all in pursuit of happiness. And happiness, even future happiness, is worth putting up with it all. At least I hope it is.

I also realized that I am not pointless. My existence is necessary and important. If only because I sometimes help my dad out and I play the piano for little kids. Even if this is the only reason I am to exist, no one else could have done it. Just me. So, from a logical point of view, I am worth something. I am the only me that would have made the choices I have made and helped the people I have helped and loved the people that I have loved. And that means I have contributed to the world in some small way or another.

In conclusion, our insignificant lives are actually rather necessary and important. So don't give up just yet.