Existence is inherently futile. All meaning is constructed, usually as a means to cover up our individual and collective fears - the fear of death in particular. Most people cannot accept the unwavering and fundamental truth - perhaps the only truth - that their existence is for and constituted by nothingness. It is not a 'depressing' or 'miserable' point to make, it is simply the only point. In other words, the point is there is no point. Religion is the most obvious manifestation of this fear - rooted entirely in people being terrified of the nothingness that greets the end of their lives. And, to some extent, nearly every other human-made activity is at least partly rooted in the fact that people cannot face this truth - whether this be entertainment, sport, love, family etc. Distractions and artificial comforts. Another point, though related, is that I believe the act of having children is the most selfish of all human acts, perhaps even more than taking it - forcing guaranteed suffering and pain (as an inevitable part of anybody's life) on an entity (the child) that does not possess the capacity to resist. And, to return to the argument that this is somehow a 'miserable' outlook, I present precisely the opposite view. To know and accept life to be utterly futile and pointless is perhaps the greatest comfort of all - it certainly is to me. Religion and other 'faiths' that people adhere to act as pressures, as extra demands on oneself - do this and don't do that, be good and you will be rewarded etc. It's a constant game of catch-up and of further unnecessary expectation - isn't there enough pressure as it is, without the need for this? So the inescapable fact is that life is pointless, futile and meaningless. But instead of hiding behind your blankets borne of fear, accept the point that there is no point.