*sighs* me... I stumble out of bed, trip on a shoe, headbut the wall, and moan the rest of the day with a headache. My meaning in life is to look after a loved one who is very old. When he goes, I'll have no meaning, and that imo is not a good thing.. I think we all need purpose, something that isn't material or ego driven. A passion that can drive us.
Edited by Professor T, 04 October 2012 - 07:32 PM.