What you need to do is stop looking, and then it becomes possible to find it.

You want to know why you feel intrinsically about things, is that it? Why don’t you think killing people is awesome? Evolutionary reasons? Problem solved…? But are we really tools of our genes, slaves to inexorable destiny. The irony is if you believe that you might as well do what you want because that’s what you’re going to do. But what if the answer is that simple? The trouble is, however simple the answer is, you can never find it; because you don’t know if it exists and even if it seemed like it would, skepticism defeats even that.

That’s why I don’t like skepticism, however sound an idea it is. It’s so boring.

The question you seem to be struggling with here is the classic, ‘What is the meaning of life?’ However, I don’t believe this is a very good question to ask. Breaking it down, for the following reasons I can only decide that this is a kind of ‘fake question’:

1. Could there be a single thing, an entity called ‘life’ which might have a meaning? Would it have a meaning in the same way things have shapes or colours?

2. Is there only one meaning (singular); I doubt it.

3. Is the meaning of life something that’s built into life, so it’s there even if we never discover it, or is it something outside life?

4. Might the meaning of life be not knowing what the meaning is? Could it be that the journey, the hunt towards the answer is more important than reaching an answer?

In view of all these questions, I can only conclude that life is what you make it. I don’t think meaning is something to be found, but instead something to be created. I don’t think you can scan the world for a meaning, but only look inside yourself. Pretty existentialist, however, I think that’s the school of thought I’m closest to.