What is the meaning of life? What is the meaning? What is meaning?

It seems all the same, we’re all stumbling around trying to understand why we’re stumbling at all, and at the same time joyous and in pain from our stumbling.

If this all ended tomorrow would you be glad for how you spent your time? For I believe that’s all the meaning you have, all that I can get. There’s a certain short sightedness that can be approximated from that idea in shallow, yet in depth it unveils why we do what we do, why we push so hard, why we must move ever forward.

Nothing matters, so everything does.