He was fine with his life.
Maybe dream big, want to be an astronaut or anything prestigious, but any natural dreamer stays a dreamer who put low to no effort into it — so he doesn't bother. He views himself as expense or garbage to society, but being an ant to all of mankind makes it both unnecessary and wasteful to exclude him, right? So better enjoy his time while it lasts.

That's the point, it didn't last.

"The world is at dismay, but why should you care about that more than yourself?"

Society he deemed himself to be irrelevant in, has opposed everyone outright regardless upstanding or low in standings; humans have been growing exponentially, tripled the amount back in the 19s — meaning, the more consumers, the higher the demands. The government, led by deceitful eyes, has been struck by numerous terrorist attacks where their gaze does not fall. This has occured many economical downfalls, deprivation of supplies and food, and so on.

Earth was no longer it used to be, and soon, all trace of intelligent life — if can truly exist at all in such an apocalypse, vanishes.

Tells the tale of a boy, transpired thus by impulsive thoughts he dwelled on that day — a selfish wish, a selfish gain, and a selfless lie. It wasn't long, but it meant almost the world to him moments before demise.
The world burns and rampaged by wars through overpopulation that trample underfoot, and the isolation of life and death itself. What happens after you die? Is there an afterlife? Or is there, nothing at all..?

There may be no point in this story, to the end.
Teetering through selfishness, and selflessness, he lose his bearing.
To him, the satisfaction is worth enough.

Again, although there may be no point to this story —
but as desolate and isolated as you are, declare farewell to the pretense of your ego; dance on the ashes, and ordain the remains.
Take chance in the illusion, and live everyday as-if it's your last.