The meaning of life is contained in every single expression of life. It is present in the infinity of forms and phenomena that exist in all of creation.
Your home is regarded as a model home, your life as a model life. But all this splendor, and you along with it... it's just as though it were built upon a shifting quagmire. A moment may come, a word can be spoken, and both you and all this splendor will collapse.
Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?

