In my age, I’ve come to understand a few things about life; that there is no rhyme or reason, only the decisions we make, and the actions we take. Our actions ripple, and circumstances are created. We then have to respond to those circumstances, creating more ripples, and thus life continues accordingly.
I’ve yet to discover the meaning of it all. Perhaps its all meaningless. But that’s a thought too scary to bear. So we live, and we believe, and we try to make sense of the senseless. Perhaps that truly is the meaning of life… making sense of an indifferent world. In doing so, we give life – perhaps even all existence, a purpose for being.