There's no purpose at all to anything?

We have jobs, routines, expectations, seasons, festivals, culture... but aren't we all just animals living on a rock in a gigantic universe that is a mystery... and we wake up for work but aren't we just basically hugging ourselves?

There's nothing in the Universe that says do this or that = life well spent. And even reproduction... what's the point of that but more of doing the same self-hugging