I often find myself feeling unfulfilled, striving to fill some place that I'm not quite sure what goes their. I remember feeling whole once, though I don't remember at what point I stopped feeling that way. Now days I find myself searching for meaning. The reason I do things, whether in kindness or selfishness, to better life or detract from it. I may have become so paranoid I doubt I could intentionally do anything selfish or negative. That's a little something I do pride myself on a bit, but by no means does that mean I've found my meaning. No, I reckon something like the meaning of your life can only be accessed after it's already taken place.
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