When I was a jobo, I used to thing of 'life without end at laaaasssssst'.
Having been on my journey out of the WBT$ slaveholdery, I have found that something that makes sense is that life doesn't owe us a meaning.
Psalms 146:4 was actually bangeth on the money-eth 'His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.'
Although I am now very atheist, and really do not even think there is the remotest possibility of a god, that bible passage is correct. (Disclaimer: I do not hold any so called 'holy book' to be inspired of a higher thingy).
It is with great regret that I have to admit to myself that life is merely a brief struggle against pain until the oblivion of death. there is nothing after. No afterlife.
With that happy thought; how do you cope with life?