On the one hand, I find it very helpful and clarifying to look at how I live my life. When I look back at my life at the end, how would I have liked to live? If I actively imagine that I will die in 5 years, in one year, in six months, in a month, in a week, in a day – what comes up? What is left as important? It helps me live with more of a sense of depth and meaning.
On the other hand, the question of “what is the meaning of life” is in itself really meaningless. It comes from just an abstraction, it is not anything inherent in life itself. Life just is, as anything just is. I asked my cat what the meaning of her life, and she licked herself. In a way, that is the most profound and simple answer. Life just is, as it is. There is no meaning or lack of meaning inherent in it.
Living with both is to live as both human and formless awareness. In one, there is definitely a sense of meaning or lack of meaning. In the other, the question is meaningless. Everything just is, as it is. That’s all. That’s all that is needed. It is complete as is, however it is.