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>If I've had a bad day, the overwhelming insignificance of my bad day sometimes makes my soul cry out for meaning, for something to just fucking matter, to just make it all worth it.
It's human nature to want to assign meaning to whatever we do with our lives. Pointlessness can be depressing. But by and large, pretty much everything we do has no real point in an of itself other than the meaning we try to see in it.
If you really realise that life itself intrinsically has no point, that the universe cares fuck all what you do during your brief existence on Earth, then that kind of gives you a sense of peace. A sense that not everything must have meaning, and that it's ok when something you do in your life is pointless.
And if you then realise that the assigment of importance, relevance or significance to events in your life is for the most part entirely arbitrary (except for events where there is really no arguing that they are indeed of great significance to you), then you become free to see meaning and relevance for yourself and your life however you see fit.
Many people go through life unhappy because they fail to accomplish things, not because they think for themselves that those achievements would be significant and important, but because everybody else seems to think that they are. And oftentimes, you have people who have ticked off all the boxes of what would commonly be held to be cornerstones of a person's success in life, but they are the unhappiest people inside that you will ever meet.
In a nutshell: Don't become depressed by insignificance. What is significant and isn't is for you to decide, and nobody else. And oftentimes, the key to overcoming depression due to perceived insignificance is to reject the imperative of significance as a whole.