It depends what you mean by meaning of life, I think. To me, it's not so much "what is the meaning of my/human life?", but "why does life exist at all?". We're all just made up of a jumble of atoms that aren't any different at their core from a bunch of inanimate objects scattered around wherever you are. So at what point when those atoms join together do they decide that they're better off that way, to attempt to survive? When do they get the agency to be able to "decide" that they're better off with some form of awareness, and in the format that they're in? And to take it further, why do they feel the need to pass whatever it is "they" are down to further generations? Obviously it's a question that's been considered by minds a million times greater than my own, but I still find it such a fascinating rabbit hole to go down.