Why should there be any purpose to human life? I figure that I'm here now simply because two people got acquainted some 75 years ago and biology happened a few years later. The meaning and purpose of my life is precisely what I choose to make of it, for better or worse. No more, no less.

I don't feel the need to fulfill any destiny, please any creator, or save my soul. I just do the best I can each day to try to be a decent (okay, we can debate "decent" endlessly, with plenty of examples and counterexamples) person. I try to make other people's lives easier or more pleasant whenever I can. If I know something useful, I share it. If I can do a favor or lend a hand, I do. That seems to be enough "purpose" for me.

And when I'm gone, I'm gone. Finis. I'm okay with that, too.