I want to tell you the story of the most intelligent person on the planet, a Korean with some insane IQ, who by age of 18, was like speaking a bazillion of languages, mastering multiple fields, working for companies like NASA and finishing universities, masters, doctorates and stuff. Only that at some moment stopped doing all this, and went for a countryside teaching job, got married and watched his children growing up. When people considered him crazy and wasting talent and much more, he just pointed out that he is living the life that he want to live, and the crazy ones are the ones struggling and living a life they do not want to live.
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I remember reading about this guy somewhere, and it is a great story. Sometimes however, I feel that we are just making things meaningful, even if they aren't, because we know we need meaning in our lives for a reason to keep living. But, is that the way to do it?
This is the whole concept of life. Things are supposed to be meaningful to us, and we shift our perception to achieve this. Weare entire universes, each on ourselves, and we are only accidentally touching other universes for a swift moment in time. We are alone in the universe. We are made to deal with everything that happen around us. And from time to time we change other people life by making a mark in their life. But nevertheless, the challenge is accepted.
Unless we accept the budhist way of life and reincarnation truly exists. I will find out about this when I die. :)