Originally Posted by boomstick
There is no meaning. Life just is.
That's how I feel. Why should it have a meaning? I killed a small cockroach today. What was the meaning of its life? It just did cockroach-y things just as we do human-y things.
A fair while ago I decided there were two things to do in life to be happy - take your fun where you find it and make yourself useful. I still get the blues at times but I've mellowed. The universe doesn't care if we're happy or not. Actually, hardly anyone does because everyone has their hands full trying to keep their own life working. Life is a full-time job - 24/7, no breaks! We just have to keep chipping away ...