As a worm, a being with absolutely no appendages, thoughts, or hopes, you wiggle your useless body around in the dirt. It is a meaningless experience. You gain nothing from it. Not physically, mentally, spiritually, nor ironically. It means nothing.
Then something eats you.
Does it even matter what?
It does not.
A thing that is bigger and smarter than you (which is basically everything) finds your mushy texture too enticing to not have you as a small snack.
You choose to…