What is the meaning of life?
Suppose I show you a band-aid and asked what it means. Of course it means nothing to you, it's a band-aid, you've used hundreds of them in your life just to discard them without a second thought. That's the point, to you it has no meaning, but I have one that to me it does. I have a band-aid that was given to me by my young niece who legitimately feared for my life from the cut on my hand. I never put it on, I pocketed it instead and that evening later found it and recollected the intentions and love that had brought it to me. I placed it in her picture frame on my dresser where it has adorned her likeness ever since.
It's not from its composite latex, adhesive backing, or sterile cotton that it is special; it's special from what it represents and comes to mean to me. That it is unimportant to everyone else is expected. Most people have band-aids and though it is sadly undervalued by the virtue of it ubiquitous nature, we all have life. Like the band-aid our life does not come with meaning; we make meaning for our life. We are or will likely be the meaning of someone else's life and when you are fortunate enough to love someone they will be the meaning of your life and the legacy you build for it. Live with that purpose and build it, because we give life hope, we give life love, we give life meaning.