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What Is The Meaning Of Life?
I’ve spent countless nights trying to figure it out: what is the meaning of life?
Is it working a job, making money, and climbing the ladder of success?
Is it seeing the world, collecting memories and experiences from every corner of the earth?
Or is it something quieter — something less tangible that we can’t quite grasp?
The truth is, I don’t know.
There are days I wake up and feel like life is just a series of obligations — meetings, deadlines, bills, responsibilities.
Is that it?
Is life just about staying afloat, surviving one task to move on to the next?
Other days, I think it’s about connection.
Maybe life is about the people we meet, the relationships we form, and the love we give and receive.
But what happens when those connections fade or disappear?
When people leave, when friendships fall apart, when love isn’t enough?
I’ve wondered if the meaning of life lies in the pursuit of happiness.
Is it about doing what makes us feel good — travelling, eating delicious food, chasing dreams?
