Life has no ultimate meaning. We are just the result of cosmic accident in a universe that has no more concern for us than a speck of dust. For a lot of people it is necessary to believe that the universe has some design and purpose. Some even believe that the designer has them in mind specifically. These are merely superstitions borne out of fear and ignorance.
Nothing is eternal.
Everything we value will eventually fade away into the obscurity of nonexistence. A million years from now, or so, the sun will explode leaving no traces of our frenzied efforts to make a mark on the universe. Death is nothingness. Even life doesn't offer that much. The world is a mechanism set in motion by random forces.