I find it safe to say that humans naturally look for meaning.
Perhaps life does not have meaning, but would that really affect us?
We are born with nothing, we gather things in our life, and take nothing with us after it. But do we truly take nothing with us? Here we go into religion, what happens after death?
Perhaps we take memories, but even if we don't, we should be glad we don't keep anything bad.
So we enter and exit, but if there is no purpose, then why are we here?
And if we are here for something but life is still considered to have no meaning, why care?
Is our purpose to understand ourselves? Or would you consider that a sense of direction?
And if that is a sense of direction, what do you want from a meaning of life?
Something that explains all?
For that, say 'It is'. Everything is something, as long as you look past what it is not. A dream is not reality, but a dream is. It is. It is a dream, if you are so inclined.
Life in my poinion is not made for sense. It's chaotic, and we can't harness its power.
Life cannot be made for explanation. How can we explain the begining, if we were 'not there'?
Life shouldn't be made for logical understanding. Didn't we invent infinity? Irrational numbers? Don't we dream? Are dreams always logical? No! Nor would they be called rational. Is you mean logical understanding by 'dreams exist', is that logical? It's understanding, certainly.
Is life made for reason? If so, why is the line between right and wrong so thinly drawn?
And if life has no meaning, it is humans nature to find its meaning. And religion is one approach to it.
My life's meaning is to live. My life's meaning is to help others live. That is what I think.
As one serious thinker to another, you just came up with a possible meaning to life. You searched, or did not search, and you found, or did not find.
You found your meaning of life.
Your meaning is nothing.
Not nothing, everyone else's is better, but nothing, nothing is the meaning of life.
No one has control, but if you set your mind that is much funner. You can't predict anything.
And a flaw: you have religion, it may not have a God but it still is religion. You imagine no life after death, and you believe in no meaning. I am probably wrong in other people's points of view, but religion is believeing. And your belief is your meaning.
Even if my opinion is wildly outcasted, your deep thinking should encompass everyone.
Your good. I don't have your level. But if we ever actually met, I would be able to explain myself much better. And I know, and you might know after reading this (if you ever do) that a lot of people have found your meaning. And believed. And they might have or might not have had fun living.
But I plan to have fun. And I believe in religion and nothing at all because without both I would be torn apart, probably by my own hands.
And that is my view, and it looks out on the sea and the sky, the mountains and the caves. And it looks deep into my mind, what some would call my soul, and wrecks havoc in the timeless interiors. And I love it, and I live for it, and I know it for what my imagination feels it is.
It's me. It's mine.