I still haven’t figured out the meaning of life yet. I doubt I ever will. It may very well be life’s hidden secret. Yet, I find myself becoming more and more disenchanted with life. It’s like ‘Lost: the real life game.’
The only thing I know is that religion doesn’t hold the answers. Nor does this world. Or even the minds of human.
I’d like to say just live, but I won’t. There are many people who can’t or won’t live and for those people. It’s alright, too.