Come let me burst your bubble.

No one wishes to be branded ordinary. Everyone plods through life with some sort of purpose, some distant dream that they wish to reach out and touch, dreams that sometimes take a backseat to other priorities. Everyone believes their existence to be a significant link of the chain of life.
If you didnt exist at all, what difference would it make to the world really? One mouth less to feed if anything. If I didn't exist, that old lady might have been killed by that speeding car. What if that was the defining moment of my existence? What if my purpose in life was to be there at that moment and push that old lady out of harm's way? I'm done. Now what? While away my time till death comes to claim me? Nothing stings more than knowing your existence is meaningless. It isnt easy watching all your dreams come crashing down right before your eyes.
Life isn't easy. It was never meant to be. C'est La Vie. Its all a matter of perspective. You can choose to start every day with a smile, and be a ray of hope splicing through every cloud of gloomy doubt that the path of life is pockmarked with. Or you can choose to see the future for what it is; To come to terms with the gritty truth and continue on your path, shoulders drooping with the very weight of the truth, the verity of a future that holds absolutely nothing. The very realization of it all numbs you into leading a zombie like existence.
Hope is just so much easier.