Life is like traveling without a precise route. We create our own map as we move, and every turn, every encounter and challenge is a step towards understanding ourselves. Sometimes it seems that we get lost, but that's exactly the point: to know ourselves through doubt and discovery.
The modern rhythm often makes us run forward, forgetting to stop and ask ourselves simple questions.: What makes me happy? What makes my heart beat faster? In these moments of peace and quiet, real understanding is born not from the outside, but from within.

For me, the meaning of life is love in all its forms. Not only romantic, but also love for yourself, for the world, for the little things around you. When I allow myself to be sincere and open, when I accept my weaknesses and strengths, I feel like I'm living for real. Meaning for me is not a destination, but every morning when I wake up and I can choose how I want to live that day.
Perhaps the meaning of life is not in the answers, but in the questions. The ability to be surprised, to love, to accept, and to move on despite fear and uncertainty. After all, it is this path that makes our lives unique and valuable.