God wanted us here, because he was lonely.
This is something I think frequently about and have yet come to any meaningful answer. The best I have done is to accept that we're just here and distract myself from the topic.
Additionally, what the fuck is even doing the actual experiencing of life? Like when I say, "I'm glad I was born as I was and not a person in a terrible situation or a moth," what or whom is the 'I' I'm referring to?