What Is The Meaning of (My) Life?

I don't think I have a real answer for this prompt. This thought would come across my mind almost everyday, but I would never have a true answer for it. I used to think that we (humans) all live here with a purpose and a reason. In a cheesy way to look at it, we all are here to help each other and support each other.

But, I see apathetic people daily, living their lives without any worries. Maybe it's selfish...But what's wrong with self happiness? Maybe happiness is the true meaning of life. But I don't think temporary bliss like The Stranger is the key to life. I feel that in order to truly enjoy life, one would need to give back the same amount tht they take from the environment and society. Whenever I give back, I feel more human ad find more enjoyment and meaning. Maybe because I know I can never satisfy myself and be completely content with whatever I have; I know I will always constantly want more.

Some people feel that tangible objects are what motivates them to continue living. I don't see life that way. I would never want something perishable to be my motivation and sole reason to live. Some people feel that their lover is the meaning of life, but I don't feel the same.To me, the experiences with emotions, whether sweet, sour or bitter, is the key to love. To be able to feel, cry and laugh. The moment I can no longer feel pain is probably the moment I die, internally and externally.

Sir Ken Robinson and his views on education, creativity, and the diversity of personalities and "purposes" needed in human's ecosystem. Something to chew on.