I am still wondering about the meaning of Life. Doesn't it sometimes seem that you understand it, while other times it appears like a complete mystery? When you do stuff that you love and enjoy doing, it all seems clear. You feel fulfilled as your achievements make living worthwhile because it is meaningful. But when you have nothing to do or when you have to do stuff you are not interested in or that you consider unproductive, you have that sensation that it's all a great waste of time. You feel dissatisfied, useless. What to do? A way out may be to convince yourself that any given instant and action are never totally unfruitful because there is always a 'consequence'. Shall we therefore endeavor to make such outcome (no matter how tiny) as positive as possible?
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