Why does there have to be a meaning to life or a reason why you (or I, or we, or anyone at all) is here? The meaning of any individual’s life (“my life” as you say) is precisely what one chooses to make of it. I feel no need for a grander, more cosmic explanation than that. To me, it’s not an important question at all.

My own “truth “ is to live my life the best way I know how and to try every day to treat others as I wish to be treated. Why shouldn’t that be enough?