The meaning of life.

If a person is alive, they don't ask themselves, "why?" They simply live, enjoying the gift of being able to perceive themselves and the world around them through their senses.
Everything else comes from a great mind, from that very intellectualizing that prevents one from simply LIVING.
For all of nature, except for the unfortunate human, the problem of the meaning of life does not exist. If a rose were to start thinking about why it lives, it wouldn't bloom, but would wither and dry up. But it blooms, living out the period that nature has allotted to it. And for a moment, it becomes a true queen, delighting the world around it. So too, if a person simply lives, "unfolding" the beauty of their soul and giving it to the world, they, like the rose, will make the world a more beautiful place for a time, the time allotted to them for life. But when a person starts thinking about what the meaning is or tries to structure their life, they simply waste time, because life is not something to be structured, but to be lived. You can spend your life on a career, but it can end unexpectedly. You can spend your life on children, but they may be ungrateful or die. And so what? Time has passed, and the flower has never bloomed...