meaning of life

I listened to the crying every night but one night I heard the father opposite sobbing. His child was getting worse. Doctors and nurses rushed in, discussing next steps. At that moment, a flash of insight hit me: this pain is universal. It's not personal, it's not mine alone. That's just the way things are.
Thanks to @blackwhiteandmama for the picture In a previous post I describe why high achievers may struggle with aspects of
Sunday morning. I lay awake catching those five, extra minutes as my husband wakes up our son and I savour the moment of
But what is the human form if not a pile of junk? We are, if one were to take a reductionist or mechanistic view, nothing more than a collection of bones, organs and muscles.
Whether I'm in the countryside or town, on a dark, cold, rainy night or a day lit and warmed by brilliant sunshine, one constant is clear to me - it is all made possible by that strange phenomenon we call Life - and I am drawn to wonder - what purpose does it have?