I dont think that there is one true defintion of the meaning of life. I think that the meaning of life is just to live life itself and follow God. Again, there are so many different oppinions about this question and I dont think it can be answered.

The meaning of life is 42.

That is all.

I wonder this all the time.. :/

i think the meaning of life is to live it to the best standards and enjoy every minute of it wile you can.

Well the moment before you die you will know but until then
Just live your life to the fullest

The meaning of life is to get screwed over by your 'friends' so much you get insecure and find it hard to trust people. It is to also be yourself so the right person will love you for who you are.

Maybe life is a test, to see how strong and how capable you are of doing things, which is what determines if you go Heaven or Hell. Which is why Suicide is a Sin, suicide means you can't take it anymore and have failed the test.

Something having a meaning means it had a creator. As an atheist I don't believe we had a creator therefore I see no meaning to life.

BUT, as an Ancient Alien believer I believe that the meaning of life is just to live.

Because children grow up, we think a child's purpose is to grow up. But a child's purpose is to be a child. Nature doesn't disdain what lives only for a day. It pours the whole of itself into the each moment. We don't value the lily less for not being made of flint and built to last. Life's bounty is in its flow, later is too late. Where is the song when it's been sung? The dance when it's been danced? It's only we humans who want to own the future, too. We persuade ourselves that the universe is modestly employed in unfolding our destination. We note the haphazard chaos of history by the day, by the hour, but there is something wrong with the picture. Where is the unity, the meaning, of nature's highest creation? Surely those millions of little streams of accident and wilfulness have their correction in the vast underground river which, without a doubt, is carrying us to the place where we're expected! But there is no such place, that's why it's called utopia. The death of a child has no more meaning than the death of armies, of nations. Was the child happy while he lived? That is a proper question, the only question. If we can't arrange our own happiness, it's a conceit beyond vulgarity to arrange the happiness of those who come after us.