May 31

Today I read something about the purpose of existence.

The book I’m reading tries to answer the question, “Why am I here?”

To be honest, I still have no clue.

I think there are two lines we walk in life — reality and imagination.

Sometimes, I can’t tell them apart.

Maybe they were never separate to begin with.

And maybe that’s okay.

I’m not sure I’m here to find a purpose.

I think I’m here to embrace existence —

To live fully, even when the “why” remains unclear. Peace