And even though you really don’t deserve it since you’ve been so shitty to those who’ve taken time to answer it, my answer is this:
I don’t believe there’s an inherent meaning to life. We’re here because we are: We are the result of sperm and egg, nothing more. We each make our own meaning in life - We live, experience love, sadness, joy, pain, whatever, in a rather random way. Some people draw the lucky cards, others don’t.
My meaning in life comes from living well - being good to those I come across, wherever possible, and leaving my little corner of the world better than it could have been. My main responsibility in life is to myself, then to my daughters and the man I love, then to family and friends, and finally, to anyone I might come across on the periphery of my daily life.
I take comfort from the beauty in life, the beauty in humankind, the beauty in nature.