I’m not depressed (at the moment, well maybe a little), just feeling philosophical.
Edit: the idea of this came to me because I was pondering why people fight so hard to beat diseases and live a few more years. What are they planning to do? Why exert effort just to be here longer when you don’t have a reason?
Just why?
Life has no meaning. People will tell you it does, to give it meaning or to follow a religion, but it’s all in service to deal with the fear of death.
It can have meaning, like in helping someone in need.
But for the rest you’re quite correct IMO.