If everyday is a parade

So, I woke up this morning and asked sister Zu:
-"What is the purpose of our live?"
-"Hmm, cook some noodle and eat!" She replied.
Wrong answer. Or rather, wrong question. Don't we just live each day with the mere purpose that by the end of the day we go to bed with a satisfied stomach and tired enough to fall asleep?
Many of you would argue hey, there are more meanings in our life than eat, sh*t, sleep. I think, therefore I am! wonder what were in our ancients mind, back in the days they were gregarious in the caves and naked without feeling ashamed. What did they think about? Did they try to find the meaning of live like we do now, or food and sex were all that matter? No offence, seriously.

I still am looking for the morning question, but we had a good day anyway. We cooked noodle for lunch, and went to the St. Patrick's Day parade in South Boston. It's still chilling here, so nothing like the International parade in Berlin last summer, I mean, no sexy ladies with fancy costumes, no hot latino music, but everyone looked happy and smiled, there are lots of drum bands, flute bands, firefighters, police, retired people, school pupils and politicians. I love the crowds, so parade always makes my day. If only everyday is a parade... a love parade is even better.
I read an entire magazine today as well. So, although haven't found a good answer for my question, the cause of my day has been fulfill. I am sleepy now, thank you very much :)