Most people find the idea that life has no purpose terrifying. I think they have it backwards.
If life came with a purpose pre-installed, you’d be stuck with it. Like being born into a job you never applied for and can never quit.
Think about it. What if the cosmic purpose of human life was to suffer beautifully? Or to maximize the number of paperclips in the universe? Or to worship a deity you found morally repugnant?
You’d have two choices: fulfill a purpose you hate, or live in constant violation of your deepest reason for existing. Neither sounds appealing.
The absence of built-in purpose isn’t a bug. It’s a feature.
You get to decide what matters. You can choose meaning that fits who you are, not who someone else thinks you should be. You can change your mind when you grow. You can build a purpose around love, or curiosity, or justice, or just helping your neighbors.
The universe doesn’t care what you choose. That’s exactly why your choice matters.
Purpose isn’t something you discover. It’s something you create. And the fact that you get to create it from scratch, with no cosmic constraints, is the closest thing to genuine freedom we have.