Laughing through the good and bad times.

Waking up each morning and hearing the birds singing, the thought of a nice hot cup of fresh coffee, walking around my gardens and seeing the plants and how they've grown plus being able to see the blue sky and smell the fresh air, what more could one truly want or need.

The answer varies with time. 20 years ago I would've said work and being productive was enough fuel for me. I am old enough to say that I am not a player anymore and little did I know, it keeps getting harder by the day. Loneliness is not the best company.

I give my life meaning. How I respond to others and their response to me. I keep going (as much as I can) because this is the only chance of life we get and I intend to enjoy it as much as possible.

I find lots of little things to be meaningful—a smile from a child, a hug from a friend, a good joke, a nostalgic song, etc.—and I guess what “keeps me going” is the hope that tomorrow there will be more of the same. But I question whether one’s life overall has any meaning. I think that is a good question and I suspect more theists than atheists believe they have a good answer.

Anything I do trying to leave this earth better than when I received it is reason enough for me to enjoy life.

i have no idea. i keep going anyway. i don't think it's as simple as one thing, or 10 things.

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Cats, Friends, Family. (The order varies).

I think there are many things and as you experience new things they will be added to the list. Just seeing the look my dog gives me gives me all I need to keep going. Watching my granddaughter grow and experience the world is another. The list is endless.

It was meaningless before I had my son. Then life made sense and living/life took on a whole different meaning. It wasn't about me anymore. It wasn't about work and materialistic goals.
That changed when his father sought revenge custody. He had the money, power and influential means to gain full custody as he threatened he would do so and alienate my son from me. He succeeded. What keeps me motivated to keep going is the day I am able to bring all the evidences, proof, systemic agencies recorded and individuals, state actors, etc down publicly and make parental alienation a crime. Ideally bringing down the entire establishment of family court would be a great payoff bc it's the only court structure u walk in as an innocent individual and can walk out accused like a criminal without proof and be threatened with fines, jail time, etc for trying to keep your child protected from abusive and cult minded Nazi psychopath lunatics.

I do not need any "meaning". I am near the end of my life span (old, had cancer last Summer), so I know that the next time I do not wake up from my nap, that it is over.

The only meaning is my two kids. They live with their dad who is verbally and emotionally abusive. I would love for them to live with me, and they want to, but I simply don't have the money to move and get a bigger place in their school district, not to mention legal fees to fight for custody (not eligible for legal aid).
Other than trying to give them a little peace every other weekend, that's all there is. I have a shitty, low paying job that I had to take as I had no choice at the time. I need to go back to school.
It's the lack of funds that is truly keeping me from having a life that has meaning.

It's a toss up between spite and curiosity. I look at the human race, and see all this potential to be awesome. I feel like we are getting there, and all this misery is just a mystery to be solved, probably with a Scooby Doo style villein making money off of it.

So spite, because I am going to keep going until I find happiness, if I give up someone wins, somehow. Not necessarily rational, but people making monry off of misery is more believable than space zombies.

I have dependants. It's not like I have a choice.

At age 82, what gives my life meaning is learning, thinking, pursuing causes of merit and value, my family, my relationship with friends, and simple things like vegetable gardening.

I think meaning comes from understanding your place in the Universe.

We are a way for the universe to understand itself. That mind blowing reality is all I need.

Inertia. And cowardice. And consideration for other people.

To start with just being alive feels good. So much so that I am careful to stay that way. There are so many ways that one can enjoy. Yhe scenery the interactions with friends family and others in general. The accumulation of knowledge the feeling of love that you can have and share. Your achievement big or small. The list is endless. Life never ceases to be surprising. The other day I was standing on my back verandah looking out over the houses surounding me at a sliver of Pacific ocean. I had seen the same thing many times, yet on that bright clear morning the vista was nee and special. These situations present themselves constantly and can be applied to any situation. I like to live what more reason do I need?

@Jinx5555555 I realised after the event that my previous reply might have seemed discourteous. I certain;y didn't mean it that way.