The lack of any objective meaning to life is actually a great comfort to me. I can do whatever I want! Or not! I feel no pressure to conform to societal norms, I don't particularly care about being productive in my endeavors, and in general I feel calm and like I can handle anything that comes my way. It just doesn't matter, and that's a good thing for me.

I'll tell you my story, in brief. I used to be depressed about the meaninglessness, and generally kind of a piece of shit human because of it. I wanted so badly for there to be an objective purpose to life but I just couldn't find any good reason to believe one existed, so I sank into a sort of destructive nihilistic aimlessness that lasted quite a while, though it was only really bad for about 3 years. I was irritable, lonely, often drunk, and always sad.

I can't briefly explain how it happened (zen helped), but eventually the desire for meaning just kind of dissipated. I felt like I was suddenly seeing the world for what it really is without trying to make some greater meaning or sense out of it. Now I'm not depressed. I take care of myself, I try hard at everything that I do, and I don't (mostly) care at all if I succeed. I enjoy the process, and I enjoy improvement. I'm nice to people and helpful almost to the point of being a doormat sometimes, and it doesn't bother me at all. My patience is nigh unlimited, because fuck it, there isn't anything especially important I need to be doing instead.

I'm a happier, healthier, and better person because I have no purpose, and because I've given up my desire for one. I'm motivated to go on simply because I can.