Life is meaningless in general. You eat, you poop, you pass on your genes and die. Trying to inject meaning into it is what leads to believing in Santa for grownups.
If you’re looking for purpose look no further than your biological imperatives of survival and survival of your offspring. If you’re looking to inject meaningfulness into that purpose then you will have to invent some form of cosmic significance. But I’d stick with raw purpose.
Life is meaningless in general. You eat, you poop, you pass on your genes and die. Trying to inject meaning into it is what leads to believing in Santa for grownups.
If you’re looking for purpose look no further than your biological imperatives of survival and survival of your offspring. If you’re looking to inject meaningfulness into that purpose then you will have to invent some form of cosmic significance. But I’d stick with raw purpose.