Life.

Every day, more and more often, I find myself contemplating the meaning of life. The meaning of life ... - it seems like such a big thing, I know. It's more the sort of thing you'd want to mock, not contemplate. Maybe you might say, if someone was daydreaming, "so, now, tell me: have you figured out life's meaning yet?" and they might laugh and say it's 42.

I guess it's an opinionated thing, really. Maybe one person might have a belief that they live by, and that would be true to them, right? But another person might live by a different rule completely, and to each of these people - what they live by is the meaning of life to them.

I suppose mine would be to be happy as much as I can, and to not miss out on any opportunity. Maybe that's just what I'm saying now ... but hey- it's probably true. If I do that, maybe I'll find a more fulfilling meaning ... or maybe that's just the best one. Or Maybe I should stop being so ridiculously contemplative and sentimental. That too.

~Beth