The meaning of Life

Prattling on about cars and philosophy as one does, I wondered about the
meaning of Life. Does life have a meaning? Do our lives* need* meaning?
Is it enough to get meaning out of, say, knowing stuff about cars?

No, there's no reason to believe there has to be a meaning, however...

If we assume there is a meaning, then I would say:
Meaning 1: Creation. We are here to reproduce the species and to create
ourselves and all things anew, both physically and intellectually. I
know this because it feels fantastic and "right" to do so.
Meaning 2: To Learn. We are here to question, to analyse, to absorb and
reflect, ultimately leading to learning. I know this because again it
feels fantastic and "right" to do so.
Meaning 3: To pass it on. It's so good to share. I know this because it
feels fantastic and "right" to do so. There's a wonderful feeling in
passing on a passion, a practical skill or an insight to another.

If there is no meaning then it's all an accident and we are just acting
within the bounds of the natural laws of the dimensions we inhabit,
given the perspective of the self-awareness that emerges with a certain
degree and density of neurological interconnection. And that's cool, too.

Does that answer the questions? If you can fulfill Meanings 1, 2 and 3
in any way, shape or form then it seems to make sense and feels "good".
If you can't get 1, 2 or 3 happening to whatever degree you desire then
you feel frustrated in some way. Which is not good. Knowing stuff and
passing it on seems OK. Having kids and teaching 'em stuff seems OK,
too. Or just creating something - maybe restoring an old car - is good, too.

Mind you, all of that obeys the 'no meaning' possibility, too. It's just
the way it happens given the natural laws that spring forth in the 4
spacetime dimensions that we regularly inhabit. In other dimensions or
at other points in spacetime different laws would (or may) apply.

Feel free to discuss.

Rob.