The earth we all live on is moving around the sun at 67,000 mph.
Not one snowflake is a duplicate.
No fingerprints are alike. And if you make a root beer float, no one can say "that root beer float made itself".
Things created must have a Creator.
And accidents do happen. Consider the universe, planet Earth, trees, water, people, spiders, color and light; they could all be [beautiful] accidents. It makes a little sense to me that they may not be accidents but that they have a reason, a story, a creator. It makes less sense to me that human life and all else in existence has no purpose. Shouldn't you try to figure you out?
Life is a vapor.
Get thinking.
Get reading.
And get writing.
And drink your root beer float. It tastes good as you travel through space at 67k MPH.
It feels good to nix a divine plan and instead suppose we have no external or eternal purpose, responsibility or future. It feels good. For now.