For the past couple years, i've been stumped on why i should keep on living and not reach for the pills.
This may sound utterly cheesy, but the answer was sorta right under my bed (that i just clean this evening). Its a book called "The Meaning of Life" and its basically just a picture book... I was about to post the pic of the cover on here, but i felt like that'd be wayyyy to cheesy.
It taught me, in the past 30 min. of reading it, that the meaning of life isn't just one saying for all of humanity, but we must find our own meaning for why we live the life we live. I AM HERE TO DO WHAT I LOVE, AND WHAT I LOVE IS--... ummm, thats where i unfortunatly draw a blank...
Do i want to help?Yes, i almost positive thats what i want. But what do i helpp? Is it animals (which i love so so dearly). Or is it to help people?
AHHHH!
hmm.. on a lighter note, from trying to find myself, up there is a pic i found!!!
(Ex- bf, BFF, and 3 day hookup from freshman year)
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