How and why is reality fake? Fake as compared to what? Death? Death wouldn’t be important if there wasn’t life, fake or otherwise. I don’t think I get it. I find what you say interesting, but I don’t understand. Also welcome to Fluther. :)
As for me, I have no clue what the meaning of life is. As far as I understand, there is no meaning as we understand and define it. We’re like animals and all other life, and those of us who have consciousness only have it in order to follow some strict protocol that serves another purpose altogether, my guess is something that has to do with nature and however it works and maintains itself. Example, we only have emotions so that they can drive us to one thing or another. Fear can save your ass, happiness makes you live longer, pride creates assertion, greed makes you rich lol. The whole survival thing, as much physical as it gets social. We’re very adaptable beings, so I do believe that the need to be popular or exceed or feel good about oneself is akin to how important it is for a jaguar to catch and kill its meal. Likewise, some of us are meant to be the opposite, and seek to do it.
I think the only reason we can think and speak is to make our actions less confusing and easier to accept, through explanations and justifications.
We’re a part of nature, and I don’t personally believe that we have any say whatsoever in where we’re heading or what part we play in things. Even one’s hobbies, passions and occupations ultimately adhere to whatever role we have to play in nature, as decreed by whatever decides that. I also don’t believe that ’‘something’’ to be a deity, or that it’s even sentient, or that it’s even anything as we understand something to be. Too hard to explain, but I think it has something to do with Darwinism. I also think Maslow was on to something.
But sure, people can make their own goals. It works, in a way, but again, I personally believe that even these goals we create help to usher us in whatever role we’re meant to see through. Even a bum has a role; they’re like a beacon to society. Don’t do your homework, and you’ll end up like that guy! Stupid example, and I know that what I believe seems very mean and insensitive, but I can’t help it if that’s what makes sense to me, based on my experience and observations in life, as little as these sources may be.
For some reason, we’re just meant to live and maintain our race, until that purpose has served itself. Maybe there even isn’t a reason. Maybe we’re some massive glitch, error or infection in the universe that wasn’t supposed to happen. (because my theory makes no sense, if we’re indeed harming the planet severely, unless it’s getting ready to die and needs us to do it) So besides existing, I don’t think we have such meanings as finding something special or achieving something or whatever, unless it has its own purpose. something that needs us to have it fulfilled So I guess basically we live to eat, shit, fuck, kill and die.