Purpose asks what is the use of something. When you do that with a human or with a life, you cheapen it. You assume it/they are just a thing or a tool to achieve a higher end. But a human or a life has value beyond just what purpose it may have. It has value and meaning in itself. We respect life without asking what purpose that life may have. We respect it because it has meaning and worth inherently. That imo is the difference between purpose and meaning. Religion presumes meaninglessness in that it must posit a God to impose purpose upon our lives. It assumes life is a mere tool to achieve a higher purpose, namely that of pleasing of a divine will. In this sense humans are for the religious no better than robots or slaves created to serve some function yet having no meaning in themselves. What I propose is that life is inherently a meaning-making process. That consciousness cannot but help find meaning in the world it finds itself a part of. Life occurs for it full of meaning. If I have a pain in my leg, that means something. If there are black clouds overhead, that means something. If my alarm goes off in the morning, that means something. Experience is saturated with meaning. It is doubtful that we could even experience anything unless it already had some relevance and meaning to us personally. I don't understand your question. Could you elaborate? I see reality as inherently transcendent. The most obvious indication of this is in just how much we don't know about it. Reality is like one mystery layered upon another, suggesting meanings and truths that we cannot presently access nor may ever access. That's not to say there's a God though. It's just to say that the thing we sprang from is logically greater than us. That there is more information out there than what our piddly minds can grasp. And that there may be a destiny that we haven't even imagined yet. Can you allow yourself to be this open to the possibility of meaning? Fulfillment. Growth. Understanding. Socrates said, "The unexamined life is not worth living." I think the power to reflect and experience our life meaningfully is itself its own reason for being. Noone's too young or dumb to discern the patterns of their own experience. Certain things that occur together fortuitously. Certain serendipitous discoveries on the detour from the highway. Metaphorical innuendos in the story of your day. Just be open to new things. That's usually where the meaningful is bound to happen in one form or another.