I don’t believe there is “a meaning” of life. Each of us is presented with life and its twists and turns, and we assign a value to each of those twists and turns as we go along. The values are subjective even though many times we claim we’re being objective. Some of us are on the twisting and turning road for the long haul, others for shorter amounts of time by chance and through decisions we make. How can one make meaning of the whole of such a complex thoroughfare? I can only crawl, walk, or run through life one step at a time.
Joyce E. Young 
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