Randumb wrote...
This isn't a discussion of what the meaning to life is, or even if there is one. This is about why people feel the need to give everything a meaning, even life itself. It's a phenomenon that puzzles me to a ridiculous extent. Personally, I don't need meaning in my life; I seek pleasure with sprinkles of self-awareness and self-preservation hither and thither.
Why does life need a meaning? Why can't some people just have some fun?
I saw a Steve Jobs quote that applies here: "You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future."
When you think about the future you ask if it's worthwhile but you can't imagine all the great times you have, you have to experience them. So I guess the answer is that one side of the brain is asking, "What's the point?" while the other side is having a hard time imagining experiences. So when you're about to die and all that life left you was an accumulation of experiences, you can look back, connect the dots, and find a meaning to it.