What is the point of anything?

[FlyingSpaghettiMonster]

I was actually suicidal when I asked myself this, the more I realized that religion was wrong the more I realize the shitty position my life was in, so I stopped caring for most of my teenage life. Sure I'll get those raving morons that say "but you have the Internet people have it worse! Be happy you live in a first world country" which in my mind is equviliant of talking crap to a person who broke their leg by telling them to stop complaining because someone else doesn't have a leg. But what idea finally made me to start to care was not the negative comments from others, but the idea that my life didn't have to be shitty and without value. The fact that life is short and ends quickly and this rare opportunity to exist with a conscious is such a gift to me. The meaning to my life is enjoying something that is probably extremely rare. Life in a galaxy of non existence and emptiness is more then enough reason to enjoy it, because with effort you can do virtually anything you can put your mind to. And I'll try anything to extend the clock or become immortal, whether it be by uploading my memories onto a computer, or using replacement organs, or cybernetics. Because once you die, it's gone for eternity. I would rather try to accomplish eternal life, there is large universe to explore and make sense of, a few hundred years isn't enough and satisfactory for me.