I interpret life as meaningless, and thus comfortable because of videogames. Allow me to explain, if you will.
Let's take a game with a plot first - Skyrim. You, the dragonborn, are on mission to save the world from... I honestly don't know what. I haven't actually played the game, just saw many memes a out it. I'm assuming it's some evil dragon.
A question arises, though, what happens after the dragon is defeated? Seeing as it's a Bethesda game, we might get a dramatic "and they lived happily ever after" and... that's it. The hero saved the world. The hero fulfilled his task, didn't die (unless it's part of the plot), and now has nothing to do, he just "lived happily ever after", that's his new meaning in life.
Still, living happily ever after would be just existing. Much like a college quarterback who developed some knee problem after winning the final match, he now just exists.
Let's look at a game without much of a plot - the sims.
In this game your goal is winning the rat race: buying the most expensive stuff, preferably without the motherlode cheat. Again, after buying the best stuff, you merely exist.
In fact, in the sims you literally invent your own goals, which makes the game more realistic than expected.
Then again, impregnating the entire town is not a very realistic goal, so take the previous statement with a grain of salt.
With all of this said, a meaningless life lattered (or littered?) with your own goals, in my opinion, is infinitely more free than one with a set goal.