What is the meaning of life for Marxists ?

I am afraid, Rudy, that life has no meaning. Marxists are materialists and non-religious and leave providing a meaningless answer to such a metaphysical question to priests and idealist philosophers.

Observation reveals that all life-forms come into existence and act in a way so as to continue to exist until they die and cease to exist. This applies to humans too. Humans, however, have the advantage over all other life-forms of being self-conscious and of being able to change their conditions of life. So we can adopt the aim, both as individuals and as groups, of consciously pursuing surviving and living in the best possible conditions.

At the present stage of the evolution of human society and its material productive basis, this is a worldwide society based on the common ownership of the world’s resources so that they can be used to directly satisfy human needs and allow us to live peaceful, satisfying lives and to develop our talents. That was Marx’s aim and is the still the aim of present-day socialists.

Looking for the meaning and the purpose of life is a metaphysical fixation, Many of us are not going to see the realization of socialism in our lifetime, and many peoples who dedicated their life to socialism did not see a new society either,  and because of that we can not give up

Toward nightfall he and his sons-in-law part from their families to pass an hour with their American guest. And the talk was of the world, and of man, and of time, and of ideas, as our glasses tinkled over the sea. The railway train waits for no man, and night is at hand. Over the thought of the babblement and rack of the age and the ages, over the talk of the day and the scenes of the evening, arose in my mind one question touching upon the final law of being, for which I would seek answer from this sage. Going down to the depth of language, and rising to the height of emphasis, during an interspace of silence, I interrogated the revolutionist and philosopher in these fateful words, “What is?” And it seemed as though his mind were inverted for a moment while he looked upon the roaring sea in front and the restless multitude upon the beach. “What is?” I had inquired, to which, in deep and solemn tone, he replied: “Struggle!”

At first it seemed as though I had heard the echo of despair; but, peradventure, it was the law of life.

‘Life’s a piece o’ shit when you look at it’ according to the Monty Python film. Knowing what needs to be done to clean it up when you’re in a tiny minority is very frustrating but just keep asking yourself ‘what’s the alternative?’