Life: A beautifully complicated story.

Why?

This is just an important question about everything in my life and yet so much of what I go through somehow never seems to answer this question.

I’m 32 years old, I think by now I can somewhat identify my emotional state, my feelings. I know when I’m feeling some type of way and I also know the things I think about the most.

But the search for the meaning in my life continues with what seems like there's really no answer for the meaning of life but life itself. What a beautifully complicated story this life thing is.