What is the meaning of life? As someone who has been a charity worker for four years, I thought this would be easy to answer. But since quitting my job due to bullying, those rose-colored glasses have been taken off and now all I see is a world that is eventually going to end without any of our actions or good intentions amounting to anything. How do others manage to get out of bed, check their phones and remain ignorant to the fact that everything we do is meaningless? I have tried to read Sartre's nausea and other philosophers' works, but they all seem stuck in the same rut that I am in. Does anyone have any advice for someone who is desperately trying to distract themselves from the fact that eventually all our years of work will be forgotten? Thanks!