what's the point of life?

A few days ago, in my hometown, two final-year MBBS students died in a car accident. I just don't understand why life is so unfair.

What did those kids do to deserve dying so young? What did their parents do to deserve this?

They sent their kids far away to become doctors, only to have to bring their dead bodies back home.

It's so depressive, i dont even want to imagine the condition of their family, friends, siblings. It's horrible to even imagine.

Why, God? Why is everything in this life so weirdly uncertain?

I'm scared. I'm genuinely so scared. I can't get this thought out of my head.

What if one day, after I've achieved everything, I just die? What's the point of living then? What's the point of making connections, getting degrees, and spending my youth working and studying if it can all just end so suddenly?