📓 May 14, 2026 — 7:54 a.m.
Simba’s in the window.
He ate this morning and didn’t throw up.
So thankfully…
I’m not driving around until 4:30 a.m. trying to calm myself down at Starbucks again.
Now I’m staring at this question:
What is the meaning of life?
And honestly…
it sounds like something out of Indiana Jones.
Like everybody’s searching for some hidden answer buried in an ancient cave.
The meaning of life!
Stop it.
I think life is more like an RPG.
You pick your character.
And then your choices slowly create the meaning.
Every decision shapes the path.
Every habit.
Every relationship.
Every mistake.
Every act of courage.
Little by little…
you become the person you kept practicing.
And maybe that’s what meaning really is.
Not finding some universal answer.
But looking back at the end of your lifespan and asking:
Did my choices lead me somewhere meaningful to me?
Was I happy more than I was miserable?
Did I actually live…
or just react?
I don’t know.
But that’s where my head goes.
💬 Reader question
Do you think life has a built-in meaning… or do we create it through the way we live?
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If this felt real… I write moments like this.
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