The long view doesn’t have to lead you to nihilism.  It can also lead you to gratitude, to the understanding that your individual existence is the result of a near-impossible, billions of years, winning streak.

Every woman has seven million eggs. Every ejaculation 100 million sperm.  You had to win two lotteries to be born. Your two parents had to win four lotteries and your four grandparents eight lotteries and so on, going back 100,000 years, and then millions of years of hominids, and millions more of apes, and billions of years of whatever life forms we were before that.

And that’s just in the womb.  Once born, all our ancestors had to avoid all the perils of life, predators, and wars and disease and famine and accidents for all the years prior to their reproducing, then all the mates they beat out for the position.  And also, all the mates they lost out to. If anyone in those thousands of generations had ended up with someone else, had not had their hearts broken the exact ways they did, you would not be.

Remember that the next time your heart is broken.  Lives depend on it.

If you wish to be better looking you’re wishing to not exist. You’re wishing for different ancestors and different ancestors would mean no you.  When you wish to be taller or not to have gout or resent any part of your DNA, you are disrespecting the fact that you are a centillions to one long shot. You are nitpicking miracles. The universe has expanded and stars have exploded and arranged themselves in just such a way to allow this planet to sustain life and then billions of years later you are born into the tiny sliver of history where there is (some semblance of) civilization and art and technology and medicine and you have complaints?

Whatever you get in this life, your very existence is the result of an eternity of triumphs. Whatever ill befalls you, you were kind of due.

So try to take it in stride.