Sometimes it seems like all we do in life is searching for the meaning. The big sacred meaning of this thing we call life. We read selfhelp books, some travel to the other side of the world, some thinks that having a big family will be the answer. But the thing is.. Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer. We live our whole lives searching and when we think we got it figured out, we set our lives to it in order to be happy. But does it truly makes us happy? 

 

Life is to short, to preasious to dedicate live for just that, one meaning. Because in the end, life is just made of a bunch experiences, so live it fully. ♥