Every person who lives is meaningless in the grand scheme of things – only communal activity lasts. Although change happens through time, no one has been able to pinpoint an end goal for human life, or all life on our Earth or in the rest of our known universe.
There doesn’t seem to be one true point to existence. So maybe there is no meaning to life itself. We live to survive. We survive to live. We pass on our genes. That’s all there is.
Another option, in my mind, is that the meaning of life may be life itself. Maybe there is no objective meaning, just a subjective one. I may not understand why I exist but I can put a meaning into it myself.
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