Do you ever think about the fact that you’re just a chunk of flesh that’s growing older, (hopefully) trying to stay alive, and most likely attempting meet expectations and goals? You feed yourself, drink water, go to school/work/whatever, hang out with friends, and often go for instant gratification. You look in the mirror to make sure that your fleshy, temporary self looks “presentable” or “good” based off the standards of the other little flesh blobs moving around you. You invest a bunch of time into studying and then earning these green sheets of paper that other blobs have decided are worth something. You feel stuff when you interact with these other blobs.
This is the good life. If you manage to rack up enough pieces of paper, which are probably digits in some bank account by now, you can get your blobby self some cool clothes, a big space to chillax in, some super fast and cool-looking vehicle that turns everyone’s heads when you go vroom down the street. Other blobs might know your name. Other blobs might be jealous.
And then you go and die, and so does everyone who knew your name. Then your name might be put down in history books, just for other mortal blobs to read before they die, too.
That’s if you’re lucky.
…That’s pretty much my happy thought of the day.
Have fun living your mortal lives!