I’m not depressed (at the moment, well maybe a little), just feeling philosophical.
Edit: the idea of this came to me because I was pondering why people fight so hard to beat diseases and live a few more years. What are they planning to do? Why exert effort just to be here longer when you don’t have a reason?
Just why?
I think I have found meaning in kindness and beauty. Anything I do to make life more worth living for other beings makes my life more meaningful. Finding beauty, wherever it may be and whatever form it may take, gives my life meaning.
I often say that the meaning of life is the smile in a dog’s eyes when you pet it, and I think that serves nicely.