Ques?ion

I am growing increasingly tired of my inability to cope with my mortality.
I understand the futility of fearing the inevitable obliteration of our pugilistic people,
However, I'm unable to accept that obliteration is inevitable.

One day there will be a Utopia,
Then there will be a Dystopia,
Then there will be nothing.

Maybe by then the theories of man kind will have created an apathetic attitude towards improvement.
Will that be a product of the Utopian era that will see the greater good of man and ignore the individual?
Will we one day die, ultimately losing our love for ourselves in our love for others, potentially losing ourselves in others?

So many questions.
So many answers.
So little meaning,
if you think about it.