"You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life."


I wrote this quote once before and I actually stood by it for awhile. Lately i'm doing the complete opposite, i'm searching for what happiness consists of and looking for the meaning of life. But i mean, can you blame me? Day by day we live in this world we know nothing about, doesn't that scare you? How did it begin? How will it end? Everything that people say about it is just fiction, not FACT. There is no certainty. Is there no truth in this world? For some time now i've been thoroughly determined to figure this out. To come to some sense and knowledge about it. But it's been altogether impossible. I've always said that possibility keeps you going and if you believe anything is possible, then anything is. I think this one thing, though, is the only exception to that. I've realized to continue searching for it would be utterly unrealistic, imprudent, and impracticable. I always have hope in things, but this is completely hopeless.