Alright, fellow /a/ssholes, gather around and allow me to part upon you some wisdom I have gathered.
The first thing we must contemplate is why, in the first place, we are pondering whether or not life has any meaning. The answer is, obviously, because we are human. As near as we can tell, no other animal, or for that matter, no other form of life contemplates its own existence, or even has the ability to do so. However, we humans possess an innate curiosity. We desire to know, to learn, and most importantly, to experience.
And that is another thing we have that other known life forms do not have. We don't have mere instincts and learned behaviors to guide us--We also have our imaginations, fantasies, and memory interpretation. Whereas animals work on the level of fire = hot = bad, we humans have given fire more meaning than just that hot, painful thing. Fire is linked to passion, hatred, intensity, and a wide number of things that, really, have no direct connection to it.
And with that said, it becomes clear to see that we have been set apart. By chance? By Fate? By design? Who knows? Who cares? What matters is that we can experience and we can imagine, and it is our duty as the only creatures with these abilities to experience as much as we can. THAT, my friends, is the meaning of life.