What is our life

What is our life? Our life is a lost cause; sometimes I wish I never existed. Unfortunately, I can virtually only rely on others, and myself; in other words, I can only rely on people; and that's true for all of us; we only have each other, beyond which there is essentially nothing. The world it seems, is a mundane place. Therefore, all of this is pretty nonexistent. I exist, but not essentially; because I exist in a world that's purely mundane, and it never changes. Where is solace? I prefer not to even think about, when there is non.