Sometimes I stop what I'm doing,take a look at my life,and

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Sometimes I stop what I'm doing,take a look at my life,and realise I was born in the worst possible period.Too late to experience the charm of the past,too early to experience the glorious technologic future that,I'm sure,awaits Humanity.

I get really depressed in these moments,knowing I'll maybe die only a few decades before our scientists finally figure out how to slow down the aging process.Or invent wormholes to expand into the universe.Or a ton of cool shit like that.

I fear the moment of my death,for I don't know how it will be like to simply vanish into oblivion.I cannot conceive the fact that the consciousness,the self-awareness I'm experiencing right now,won't exist anymore.

I don't know what I should do now.Upper middle class,studying to perpetuate my middle class condition,only for the world to forget about my uninteresting existence as soon as I'll disappear.

Should I fuck everything and go live an hedonist life,and die young,but at least slightly satisfied?

Please help me anons.