In all seriousness, there is no "meaning of life".

The existence of this Planet, just a coincidence, in such a big universe, some planet mus EVENTUALLY have the conditions for some random cells to evolve to apes which then became human.

The existence of you... or me... or anyone else for that matter, a possibility in 1 to a few billion that your parents actually meet so you get that special genetic cocktail that makes you "you".

It's just a big, big math equation. It was bound to happen, somewhere, sometime. It happened to us, and on those trillion other planets out there, there might aswell be some alien race, that looks just like us, with some guy called lostclimate that writes in a "3D Game Studio Forum" about the meaning of life with a certain michael schwarz answering him.

All just coincidence. No divine plan, no ultimate meaning. And if you really, really need one: 42.