Actually, if Viktor Frankl (Man's Search for Meaning, etc.) is right (and I think he is), a meaningless life, however richly endowed with boats, beaches, margaritas, and señoritas, probably doesn't beat worn out suits, Doc Martens, ties, and sweat if the latter are part of a life felt to be saturated with deep significance.
If Christ hadn't risen from the dead, as far as I'm concerned his gospel loses its significance.
My mission had me so depressed I wanted to kill myself at times just to make it all end. Yet than I realized that I'd be in eternal trouble. So I loosened up a bit and after some boats, beaches, margaritas, and senoritas, I was happy to be alive again. And my eternal state was actually better than it would have been from the path I was on.
I liked worn out suits and ties that kids wiped their nose on too, but not as an ends, but a means to something better. That's where we disagree.
In prosperous Finland, 38.7 men and 10.7 women commit suicide every year per 100,000 population. In prosperous France, it's 30.4 and 10.8, respectively. In poor Catholic Mexico, the suicide rate is only 5.4 men and 1.0 women per 100,000 people, while in poor Muslim Jordan, the suicide rate appears to be so low that my source gives it as 0.0 and 0.0 per 100,000.
But would you not call Muslim suicide bombers a tragedy? Yes their beliefs provided their lives with meaning, but doesn't the fact that they were wrong tend to destroy that meaning, at least from an eternal perspective.
I loved Viktor Frankl's book as well. Though I never really found what he thought the meaning of life to be. I remember him saying that perhaps the test and struggle of life was the fact that we don't have a clear meaning that we can know for sure. Did you understand something else? Perhaps I missed it.
And when the confederates saw Jackson standing fearless as a stone wall the army of Northern Virginia took courage and drove the federal army off their land.