Pff, the only meaning life has is the meaning you create. It's true. You could spend an eternity searching for the answer to every question in existence and still not know just exactly why you popped up rather than someone or something else. I used to be a Baptist. I mean, I figured, "Hey, there's really only one answer and since my mom likes that one I should probably go with that."

But soon the idea that anyone on earth could possibly have the right answer became unrealistic and stupid. When I was 11 years old, I wrestled with this. Yeah, when I was 11. It tore the living fuck out of me. It was just so amazingly confusing that it lead me to try to kill myself to find the answer... Needless to say, I failed. Thrice.

Later, much later, I had an epiphany. If there is a god, I'd rather not know. If there isn't I'd still rather not know. Why? Because it gives urgency to the meaningless. It becomes a crutch and a source of an unrealistic sense of fulfillment. So instead of worrying what the meaning of life is to someone else, or what it might be for everyone. I'll make the meaning to my life myself. And anyone who doesn't like it can kiss my ass while I dance with the thunder and rain until I the day I die~

So maybe it's not really a Jesus thing or a 'you have to have faith thing' but when I get up in the morning, I can smile. And that is golden.

There is no meaning, it doesn't matter what you do. If eating as many peaches as you can is your life's goal then go for it - it doesn't matter inwardly or outwardly - you're going to die in a few decades regardless.