My “Meaning of Life” Is Messy

But I’m happy with it

“What’s the meaning of life?”

This question keeps me up at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering, “What’s it all about?”

And after a lot of thought, here’s what I’ve come up with …

It’s not some big, complicated mystery. It’s not about some grand, cosmic answer that you’ll find in a book or a lecture. It’s about the little stuff. It’s about the moments, the people, the connections.

Life is like this big, sprawling storybook, and you’re the architect of your own story. Sure, sometimes it feels like you’re just wandering through a random, crazy world without a map, but that’s kind of the point.

The meaning of life isn’t something you find, it’s something you create.

It’s in the laughter with your best friends, the quiet moments with the person you love, and the tiny victories that make you feel like you’re doing something right.

It’s your march toward your destiny.

Destiny’s like that one person you’re meant to meet, or that one thing you’re meant to do. It’s out there, waiting for you, but you gotta put in the work to find it. You gotta take the chances, make the mistakes, and learn from them.