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Har har.
The meaning of life is to find the meaning of life, so when you’ve found the meaning of life, you don’t have a meaning to your life anymore.
Har har.
The truth, as far as I’m concerned anyway, is that there is no meaning to life other than what we make of it. Life is something we’re in all the time, we cannot step outside of it and look at it objectively, finding in it some grand pattern that is the meaning of it.
The meaning of life is your first kiss, your first love, the way your mother looked at you in second grade when you were on stage, the way your brother helped push you on the swing, the way you feel in your best friend’s arms, your favorite coffee brand, your habits. The meaning of life is how you cried when your grandfather died, how you withstood the pain of your arm breaking, the way you toiled to get a good grade, a good job. The meaning of life is your dog barking when you come home, the trivial anger at someone shoving in front of you in line, the way you rant about the things that you’re passionate about and the way you save money every month to be able to pay rent. The meaning of life is LIVING it. What else could it be?
Slightly Ignorant 
Now you have nothing else to live for ;^) But I’d suggest waiting to hear your child’s laughter, your lovers embrace on a cold night, or just connecting with that deep rooted sensation when something is quintessentially right–and no one can take that from you.
The meaning of life is to love, and especially the skill to escape to all which pretends to model us, while we are someone else.
Interesting and beautiful text.
Thank You.
The meaning of life is a tough question but I do believe life is what you make it. Try and enjoy it and live it to the fullest. There really is nothing like holding your child’s child. I think Grandmahood has made my life complete.