For a long time, I thought life was meaningless; pointless. And I was partially correct; it can be if you make it. See, I thought of life's purpose as being given to you already decided like a destiny. Or fate. But it isn't. Life's purpose is something you choose. You give your life meaning. And that can be anything. It can be a person, it can be passion, it can be an animal,  it can be a career. It's anything that gives you a sense of purpose, a will to live. My purpose in life is to be there for my family and friends. If they didn't love and care for me, and I didn't love and care for them, I wouldn't choose to live. No omen or sign came down upon me to tell me my purpose. I choose it on my own. Perhaps it is our own purpose to find purpose. Anyway, I was technically right. But I was essentially wrong. Life isn't prescribed; you choose what you take. You find what makes you happy and serve YOUR purpose.