Meaning of life

Sun, 09/22/2013 - 01:39 -- ard1

We live.

We die.

Thrive.

Survive.

There is no point; Why do I try? It's a melody we hear from everyone at least once in their lives

So why do we try?

In the end we all die?

So what's the point!

there is none my friend it a secret we all hold with in,

from beggining to end.

Some may ask we age, we suffer, we cry.

But i tell them Your wrong!

We grow wise, we overcome, and we make a new song.

Memories, love, compassion, thoughts these are thing you lose when you die.

It is the greedy in our hearts that makes us cry.

We want more. We want eternal life. Be we are but a candle with an extinguishable light.

The first kiss you had.

All the sketches in your drawing pad.

Does is make you sad?

Life has no point that is what they all say.

Money has no value. Riches are not important.

A diploma on the wall just makes you a conformant.

Your succes is not the meaning!

The meaning is simple.

What makes you happy?

Thats all that matters.

Joy.

To be happy.

To hug your grammy.

To learn a new language.

To drive to miami.

Life has a meaning, But the tricky part is.

Life isnt a math problem where you can guess what the answer is.

The meaning of life you make it yourself.

So dont give up and dont put your life up on a meaningless shelf.

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