Imagine someone spends their whole life chasing a big dream, gets it, and then just feels... empty. That makes me think meaning is something we invent to keep busy, not something that's actually there. I don't know, it just seems made up.

Think about people who win the lottery and expect everything to change, but they end up just as lost. That suggests meaning isn't waiting anywhere, we just tell ourselves stories. Though I guess you make a fair point about creating it ourselves, I still can't shake that it's all made up.

Surveys say something like two-thirds of people wonder if life has any real point. That's a lot. So maybe meaning really is just a story we make up to feel better. You could be right that we create it, but I still think that proves it's not truly there.

Even if everyone creates their own meaning, that still doesn't make it real. It's like drawing a map of a place that doesn't exist and then saying you found treasure. I get your point about choosing meaning, but that feels like pretending, not discovering.

Did you know that most philosophers in a survey actually agree life has no built-in meaning? You make a fair point about ants and purpose, but instinct isn't meaning. To me, even choosing your own meaning just feels like a comforting story we tell, not something real.