Why do we need a purposeful, meaningful life?
We are born, play around, attend school and college, get a job, set up a family, and then die. Each one of us — hopefully — adds something to the world; we evolve, the human race becomes smarter, and this repeats.
In the end, we do not get out alive, then why does everything — a broken relationship, a layoff, a fight at work, a stomach ache, a smartwatch — matter so much? What is all of this adding up to? Evolution?
All of this is adding up to these moments that the life is collectively composed of.
Why is it important to have a meaning in our life? So that all these moments together sing a melodious song and not blare out a cacophonous cry.