SelfPub: Whatever we do...

Whatever we do is meaningless, since we are doomed to death from the first second of our conception. What is this all for? Who invented the Universe, showed all the colors, left many questions and doomed it to death? Life is the road to death, no matter what paths we choose. Does all this make sense? And why am I not completely reassured by the possibility of an afterlife? Perhaps this is all because I know for sure that a painful hell awaits me, because I am not a saint. And I doubt that it will be fun there, as some write “there are more people you know in the underworld” and other nonsense. Living life with pain and ultimately ending up in inferno - am I the only one who is depressed by this picture?