I think we all can detach ourself from our lives. At times.
Our most pensive moments are when we're truly alone. When we realize that the universe is not centred around us.
What are our lives really worth? I like to think of it like poultry slaughter. Chickens, throughout their time before the butcher's knife, have a complex pecking order and live their lives accordingly till the end. Oblivious to the fact that irrespective of their meticulous social heirarchy and pecking order during their remaining living days, in the end it doesn't even matter.
Our lives are not so different from the chickens. We fight all through our lives to survive; to overcome obstacles that we ourselves create and also the need of overcoming them, when in reality, it isn't going to make even the slightest bit of significant change in the universe. We fight over things that don't even matter, forgetting how insignificant our lives really are in the big picture. An entire lifetime would hardly be an instant in the time of the universe.
Which brings me back to my original idea. Detachment. When the oblivion we are all heading to dawns, regardless of the path we choose in our lives. That fate doesn't matter. That we don't matter.
P.S. Remember this the next time you're in deep shit. If you screw something up, just remember that it doesn't really matter. The universe will go on just like it always has.