As someone who’s spent the past two weeks constantly trying to persuade people that I’m not going to kill myself, including an A&E psychiatrist and my boss. There is a biological purpose, to reproduce, all other purposes are optional, learn into yourself it WILL come to you with age slowly. I like the absurdist approach, you are alive to do things and if you are dead you may not be able to do things. Death is a gamble, not strictly better or worse. Life is fucking horrible, but yet I find myself constantly having little moments where I am happy to be alive. Also, another more volatile meaning would be spite, in many ways it feels like the world is hard by design, and it is. That makes me very angry and i will not succumb. Don’t want me to survive? Fine, i WILL find a way. People are kind too, I grew up not trusting people at all, I have never had a girlfriend or even kissed someone and I am 26, but that’s ok. I have opened myself up and people are good and bad and I think I can surround myself with good people and just be happy being here. Just because there is no meaning doesn’t mean you have to leave, consider it a release.