I'm not religious. I believe the universe is an accident, and we are a consequence of its randomness. We exist not for a higher purpose, we just exist because stuff happened and we came out of it, like the rest of the universe. Life is random. Nothing is written, none of it is happening for a reason. It's all chaos and we're part of it.
We were cells in the ocean, which, the ocean by itself was already a miracle so big it's basically a mathematical impossibility. And from these cells, we eventually became these weird, mostly hairless apes that are so smart that they can think about the fact that they're on a giant ball lost in space, moving at ludicrous speed through the vastness of space, kept alive by a giant ball of fire that will give them cancer if they bask in it's glory for too long or make them blind if they look at it too long.
It's absolute chaos. And I find all of this to be oddly comforting. I even find it to be beautiful in it's own way. Life is amazing because it's all an accident, it's all random and it's astonoshing to see the results. But I also get how absolutely terrifying what I just said could be to a lot of people.