Is Life Worth Living?

The universe is big.  We are not.
Does our puny existence really make any difference?

Yes, we all have an instinct to survive, to thrive, but rarely do we look at the assumptions of this instinct.

Is it better for us to live as individuals?  Are we actually improving other's lives?  Are we causing life to continue or to recess?  Is our life good on its own, without reference to anyone else?  Are we living in joy or even contentment?

All of this causes us to look deeper.  What is the purpose of our lives?  Are we given that purpose by another, or do we create it ourselves?  Is our purpose innate, or is our purpose discovered over time?  Do we not discover our purpose until our life is finished and we can look back on the whole thing and discover the purpose?  Or is there no purpose whatsoever?  Is it that we just are, there is nothing else, no one else, we can really compare or contrast ourselves to because we are and there is nothing else to say about it?

And what about life and existence in general?  Are we a part of a bigger purpose, effort, or are we completely independent?  Does life, all matter in the universe have a purpose, or is it just existing and there is nothing else?  Is matter moving toward a conclusion or is it all waves, temporary patterns and return to the abyss from which matter came?

Or is there any abyss?  After all, if matter exists, did it not always exist?  And if there is existence, then does it not exist for a reason?  Even if that reason is simply to exist?  Is there not joy just in existing, even if the universe at large isn't interested?  Perhaps there is no abyss, but only being?

In the end, perhaps it is enough to know that we exist.  To end our existence is the greatest acts of pride, because that one act takes all the evidence of our existence, and calls them negligible, with less than no purpose. Because if we have no purpose, there is no reason to act.  If we act, we do so with the intent to improve.  Is not living the answer to worth?