But it turns out that life has no global meaning.
There are no super tasks, no secret goals, no hidden implications.
Life is a feeling. This is what you will carry with you through time and space.
This is the memory of the touches of loved ones, their tastes, the smell of their skin and the sounds of voices. These are impressions of the lightest. About what the soul trembled from.
The meaning of your presence here is to feel the breath of the universe.
Wake up at dawn. Or afternoon.
And rejoice at what a new day gives. This is walking through the forest, inhaling the scent of the earth, or sitting at home by the window with a mug that warms your hands and soul, and watch the raindrops run in streams on the glass.
Look at the silver moon at night in the pure dark blue of the sky. Fly away with thoughts high, high and forget who you are and why you are here. And then come back again.
You live to be like no one else!
To allow yourself to love after vowing to never do it. And to love even stronger and deeper.