Life is ...

a million different things to a million different people. I've spent maybe the last decade, trying to understand it in the context of "myself." What is life for me?

I've been barraged with epiphanies. Where these thoughts came from? Who knows. They may be a result of proper restorative sleep. *shrugs*

I discovered while I have power over my life, it's not just about me. I think we're here for each other. Life is about others, about service, relationships with living things. I've never felt as relieved as realizing how my selfish actions and behavior stifled my happiness and how to best move onward. Now, I spend my days thinking how to "service" and how to show gratitude for this beautiful, abundant life. Feels right, feels perfect.