There has never been a more useless, more pointless pursuit than to find the purpose or meaning of life.

I curse the one that asked this question in the first place. That everyone asked after them. Most of us have or inevitably will ask the question of ourselves. In fact, we all might. It is the ego of the adults. Because we spend so long looking up at these people who may be bigger than us, stronger than us when we were children, that when we inevitably become those big people we feel the need to be bigger in all aspects. In our mind we grow so big that we become the center of our own universes. That we must need a defined purpose or we are the anamoly in an otherwise perfect universe. That we are the mistake in a cosmos that did not make mistakes. Or if we do "find our purpose" we go about doing it with a smug glow about us, because we "have done what others couldn't", so of course we are gonna look down on those poor souls. With benevolence of course. Fuck it all.

It is by far the worst fate to ask yourself the purpose of your existence. 

"Why are you here?"

Because two stupid people had unprotected sex and made it your problem to deal with consequences.

"What is the meaning of Life?"

The meaning of Life is to churn our idiots who buy into the illusion of profundity by asking vague pointless questions like this in an endless loop.

"What is my Purpose?"

To die.

Everything dies. Fuck the rest. Fuck purpose, fuck meaning of Life.