Thank you for your warm welcome:))
Abu Ali, may be there is no meaning, there is no answer that the need for sense corresponds to a utopian illusion. Anyway I feel in mourning, horribly empty inside, anxious, depressive as a person sentenced to death bide his time.
I think humans need to believe in something wonderful, extraordinary beyond their comprehension to give a sense to our life but in reality our passage on earth has so much importance as that of an ant.
In fact it is possible that the nature or god does not care more of us that we care about the unfortunate ants that we crush.
I couldn't find Ishina's post, but I see that others have given you some lovely answers to contemplate. I found this quote on the internet though, from Dawkins, which I quite like;
''We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.''
As the great bully says above, it is an extraordinary fact that we are here at all. What is equally extraordinary is that we are here in a way that we are acutely conscious of our existence, and in a way that we are even able to comprehend some of God's equations, and in a way we are able to share wonderment and awe at this beautiful world that we live in. We do not have to look very far to see that this world is filled with an endless supply of living creatures, landscapes, planets, sunsets, galaxies, laughter, joys, friendships and love, and all of these beautifully crafted creations seem made exclusively for us to reach out to and wholeheartedly embrace. And it is because of this wonderful existence that I constantly remind myself to cherish life, to live it to the full, to try to fulfill whatever potential I may have, to embrace all the emotions that are on offer to the human condition, and to share these with others, and encourage them also, lest they also get caught up in the mundane passages of living, and actually forget to live.
I recently lost someone in my life that I loved probably more than anyone that I will ever love again. This person taught me so many things during his precious time on Earth. But the one thing that has really stuck with me was his infinite desire to live. He loved life so much that he never, ever allowed himself to accept, even when the odds were massively stacked against him, that he would not make it. He held on for longer than humanly possible, he fought with every sinew, and he refused to embrace death even in his very last breath....from him, I have been reminded again to the make the most of this precious gift of life that I have been given. Others may have wanted, or deserved this gift, much more than I do. But unfortunately, they were not given the choice.