I used to experience it 24/7 a few years ago, before I was medicated for the countless mental disorders I have. Nowadays, I don’t think I’ve experienced it in at least a couple years.
I’ve just decided at this point that I don’t care if my life has any sort of meaning. I still do fun things and have passions, but I don’t do those to give my life meaning, I do it to just feel good for now.
And days, sometimes weeks and months where I wake up and think “I don’t want to do anything. I just want to sit and rot.” I just do that. Makes those days easier to get through. Doesn’t matter if my existence has no meaning for a while. Doesn’t matter if it never does again. I’m just ok with whatever happens.
And one day when I die, I’ll be ok with it. To me, no matter what I do it’ll all eventually fade away with time. Eventually, nobody will remember me. But the particles and energy that made me up will always exist, and the things I did will help determine their final resting place at the heat death of the universe. All I have to do to make a permanent mark on the world is simply exist.
But I dunno. I’ve been off my meds for a bit for various reasons, so maybe I’m just going crazy.