I really don't.

According to statistics, I'll never be a Steve Jobs. I'll never be a Albert Einstein. I'll never contribute anything to the world. I'll never be rich. I'll never be famous. I'll never live a dream life. I'll never invent something.

To the world, I'll be human #6,302,112,312 and nothing more. I might get a job - and if I'm lucky, a comfortable one at that. I might have a girlfriend or a wife. I might have kids. I might travel. I might live a decent life, but I'll never really "amount" to anything.

Most likely, I'll live a slow life. I'll get a basic job, try college out, and get something that keeps me warm with a roof over my head. I'll move out of my parent's house into an apartment or small house. I'll spend the rest of my existence in a trance - going to work at the same place every day and coming home to the same situation. I'll spend my free time sitting online, soothing the little social craving that I have by posting on a site like this.

My friends will be gone. My family will be aging. My chances of meeting someone to spend the rest of my life with - or even friends, will continue to dwindle. I'll end up alone and empty.

I'll probably go to sleep one night and never wake up. I'll decay for days until my landlord comes in to check for my rent, or my boss will get suspicious because I'm not at work (what would I miss for, anyways?). I'll sit in a morgue until my family comes to do whatever they need to do with me. I'll have a burial with only the remaining parts of my family present. I'll be covered for the last time and things will go on like they never happened.

But you know what, don't listen to me. Go pursue a passion. Go find something that you like to do. Go meet someone, fall in love, break up, and do it all again. Go have friends, lose a couple, and make even more. Go do everything that you can to make life the way you want it to be. Go be happy.

When you're busy being happy, the meaning of life doesn't really matter. You get too caught up on what's happening next, what you're excited for and all the great memories that you have to really sit down and think about what all of this means. There's a very small chance that there is a definite meaning to life, but there's most likely not. You could be a patron saint or a mass murderer, and in the end, it doesn't even matter. However, don't sweat it. Just go be happy, and either you'll be too occupied to care, or you will find a meaning to it all.