I used to think love was the meaning of life. That we were
put here to find love and that alone would make us internally happy. But as you
experience heartbreak and even experience living, you see that you don’t need
someone to make you happy. I believe that the meaning of life is finding
something worth living for. This differs for every person. Every individual has
different wants. Whether you find a passion in a hobby worth living for or you
are the type of person who finds a person you love who is worth living for,
it’s entirely up to you. But if you end up being the type of person whose life
completely relies on the life of another human being, what happens when that
human being leaves. Is your life then over? Happiness is a direction, not a
place. It’s a state of mind and it takes practice to be happy. Only you can make you happy. Don’t misunderstand this, love can make
you extremely happy and whole. What I am trying to say is, the meaning of life is different for everyone. The same goes for happiness. However, it comes down to the realization that
happiness is a choice. And you should always choose it.
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