When i was 16, i wrote a paper called the meaning of life, poor class. I grew up in the country, and really there weren't many opportunities to make money. So it was physical, manual labor, and i hated it so much. And that's when i started having these existential doubts about like, wow, if this is the only path forward, i don't think i like this path very much.
Also: what is the meaning of life?