It’s funny; I asked myself this question not too long ago…
Random Thought #160: This Woman I Met
What is the meaning of life?
Well, it depends on what you desire out of Life. Life is what you make it.
But for me, personally? I know it’s a cliché, but my personal answer is Love. Though, I want to clarify, not that romanticized version of Love that forgets that Romeo & Juliet is a tragedy.
Love isn’t all rainbows & sunshine. The deepest levels of misery I’ve experienced spawned from a broken heart inspired by Love. One of my favorite comedians, Steven Wright, has a great joke about Love:
“It was the first time I was ever in love and I learned a lot. Before that, I never even thought about killing myself.”
& that’s the thing, Love will make you question Life. If it’s really worth it given both the lowest lows & the highest highs.
This is a partial answer to the initial question. It’s the final answer, but so much of the Truth is found in the journey to that answer, a journey which I don’t have time at the moment up write out completely. But if I had to summarize my answer’s process, it would be this:
“You can’t begin to fathom the meaning of Life until you learn how to Love your own broken Heart.”
Because, only then, you realize:
“Heartbreak feels so good…”
Heartbreak-Я
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