I preface this by saying I am not a nihilist, I despise nihilism and think it is a cancer of the mind.
However, I do believe life is also inherently pointless, or more accurately; life is absurd. Both meaningless and meaning exist simultaneously. This universe's natural state is chaos and absurdity. Meaning and purpose can be found
within the absurd chaos, but the chaos on a whole is meaningless. Yin and Yang.
The purpose of life is subjective and whatever you want it to be. It's the search that drives us, it's the search that binds us.
I think the average person believes that the meaning of life will just come to them and fall in their lap one day. That's like trying to understand the plot of a book by using it as a pillow, but never actually reading it. The purpose of life is actively manufactured, not gifted to you.
In essence, I think that the meaning of life
is to search for the meaning of life. The existential journey. The universe became self aware when it created you, now your job is to find out why. Write your story.
"What was I doing here? What was the meaning of this trip? Was I just roaming around in a drug frenzy of some kind? Or had I really come out here to Las Vegas to work on a story?" - Raoul Duke