We artist and truth seekers see more than most. It is our gift and curse in life. But down to the edge of everything nothing does truly matter, it will all eventually end, this reality of existence, just as it was before it began. There is no real meaning to life, meaning is what we give it. Perception and time is ultimately pointless, the items and experiences you acquire while living is non essential when it fades into nothing. Until the sun dies that is, Like all stars eventually do. I wonder what creatures would be there to see it.
But we are all unique in our own way, there will never be another you in existence, or someone exactly like you, maybe similar yes, but not you. Not what you embrace and exert, the every stitch that makes you who you are. The world will eventually lose many gems, but at least we were around to experience each other in this point in time. If there was anything ever enjoyable or meaningful it would be this as the end draws near to tear it away.