I don't think there is any real meaning of life. You are born against your will, you live, and then you eventually die. Life is so lacking in conventional meaning that all those memories that you think you have are stored in cells that didn't even exist when the memories were recorded. It's like your camera storing images, and then smashing itself with a hammer and then reassembling. You question what it all means when you are a continually evolving organic lump.