There is no meaning of life.
If you leave a piece of bread out for a few weeks, it grows mold. The conditions on the bread are right for mold to grow there, so it does. After being there for a while, and possibly giving way to slightly more advanced mold, the mold gets curious; Why is it there? What is its purpose? Who/what created it? Should it devote its life to the worship of some supernatural being who it thinks must have created it, because it cannot conceive any other reason for its existence?
No. The mold is there because conditions were right for it to grow there.
People are like this. Millions of years ago, people evolved and proliferated because ambient conditions were right for them to do so. That is the only reason why we are here. There is no meaning of life.
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