…. and on the 3.43558ish billionth day, nature accidentally puked forth chemicals and looked upon it and said, “this is neither good or bad, it’s just chemicals, and I shall form these chemicals in no specific image and without intelligence”.Then plants, insects, fish, and man evolved from this puke without intelligence, each according to its inane kind.
Although this story is allegorical in nature, the lack of meaning should provide the appearance of a lesson to us all…But why do you need to have someone else inject meaning (which I take to be synonymous with "purpose") into your life? If you decide what your life's meaning will be for yourself, is that only the appearance of meaning?
Here's an analogy: If my parents wanted me to be a(mother|doctor|lawyer|golddigger|nun|etc.) when I grew up, and I turned out to be none of those, am I betraying my "true" purpose in life? Or do I get to decide my own purpose? I say the "meaning" or "purpose" of my life is inherently something that comes from within me, and is not a substance that's injected (or imposed) from someone else. Blame free will for that.