Well, human life is pointless like all other life on the planet. You eat, crap, fÂuck, sleep, laugh, cry, essentially do what people have been doing for millennia, and then it's all over in a breeze.
I might be trolling here with a smiley face guy from Weeds but really, life does depress me a lot. Even if you 'achieve something', it doesn't matter in the large scale. If I even help 100,000 africans to be spared from poverty and hunger.. Then what? All they're going to do is live, do things, do what everybody else in the world does, and then die off.
If I earn ten million dollars, what does it matter if I buy houses, sports cars, things millions of people before me have already done?
Maybe life as an experience is a meaning itself. But I find life very bland, jaded, brutal and temporary. I occassionally find comfort in the prospect of maybe having a child one day.
But why? He or she will just experience many of the same things I did, which are meaningless. You have fun, bad days, good days, and you pass away.. And it all repeats again. The cycle has no meaning. It's like an endless game of Pacman. You just keep doing what everybody else has already done before... Billions of times. And it never ends. And it's very depressing..