In the grand scheme of things, we're nothing, really. Our lifespan is but a grain in the sands of time. How do we not become overwhelmed with a sense of futility? Why live in the past, in memories?
Where is the purpose to living?
To be born, reproduce and die?
To make the world better for those that come after? - well, the past people did a fabulous job of that.
I understand why so many people feel hopeless.
Why so many suicide.
I bet you that jumpers figure out the answers to their problems half way down.
By then it's too late.