What's the point of life and the exhilarating feeling of meaninglessness

There is no meaning, life has no purpose outside biological imperatives, we simply exist.

We create our own meaning. Many people go through life thinking they have to find meaning, that there's something out there that if they just find it they'll be happy - that pursuit drives them to despair.

Memento mori, remember you will die as we all do; time will pass and we'll eventually be forgotten, so that makes the life we live now that much more valuable and important.

Certainly establish goals and things to strive for, but enjoy the journey and be glad in every day you wake - the world has a fair bit of shit, but beneath it all life is beautiful and worth living.

Every morning my dogs wake me up at the crack of dawn. They get SO excited to eat the same food they have been eating for 5+ years. I figure if something so simple can bring them so much joy I can derive some kind of contentment in anything I do.

Look for the little things. Life isn't about one or two huge meanings. Its the thousands of small things that occur everyday that makes life beautiful.

You're operating under the assumption that there is "a point". There isn't. It's just a bunch of moments strung together. Looking through the lens of geometry, there is no "point," but there is a "line," which is a long collection of points.

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