It’s so weird reminiscing and thinking of everything that went on the past years of your life, and how much it seemed to matter then and how much you thought it was the end of the world, and then to look where you are now and how much has changed, and how much you think your current situation is the end of the world. It’s a never ending pattern, and it’s fascinating, really.
It shows life does go on, and what is going on right now is really not a mountain, but a mole hill. 
I needed this realization right now, in a weird way. 
Life goes on.
What matters now, won’t soon.
What’s the point of anything then? Experience?
Well experience can suck it.