I feel that in life, my only goal is accomplish whatever goals I may set along the way. The definition of the meaning of life to me has changed over the years, more times than the trees change their leaves or the dew that rests on the grbum is brushed away by a fresh breeze.

No matter how many times I contemplate it, I can never come up with a straight answer. There have been good times in my life, in which I thought the great meaning was to simply enjoy, rinse, wash, and repeat, but there have been bad times, where I didn’t see a meaning at all. No matter what you say now, your perspective will change. You will grow old, and you will see the world through different eyes than the ones of your youth. Nothing is the same through the period of an entire lifetime; nothing is ever truly untouched by the waves that ebb and flow throughout the universe, and cause us all to grow. No one is ever truly unmarred by the grains of sand, the sand of time, that ticks endlessly as the singularity of all, the earth, the universe, the mighty cosmos themselves.

No one man can ever truly decide for both himself and the world around him what life is. No one man can ever unbind the mysteries that blot the truth from the eyes, the same eyes that grow older and wiser every day, the eyes that when blind can still see the truth in so many things.

Life is an enigma.