The Meaning of Life

I think about the meaning of life a lot. People say the meaning of life is to be happy — but is that true? No one is happy all the time. So if happiness is the meaning, then life would lose its meaning the moment happiness disappears.

Some people say life has no meaning and that we have to give it one ourselves. For me, meaning used to be about reaching goals and still living in the moment. But what if you don’t have the strength to reach goals? What if you are tired, empty, or depressed?

Then what is the meaning of life?

Is it being rich? No.
Is it love? No.
Is it success? No.

When you search for answers, people say the meaning is to survive — day by day. But what kind of meaning is that? To survive, but not really live. Just to exist, waiting for days to pass.

And what about people who have no goals at all? Do they live without meaning? Or have they simply never thought about it? Or is it just my mind, telling me that a life without goals is pointless?

I don’t have an answer.
Maybe there is no clear meaning.
Maybe the question itself never stops.

And maybe some people don’t live with a sense of meaning — they just keep going, without knowing why.