Memories of the Wind.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

What meaning?

Many years ago, I was told in English class during Secondary 2 to write an essay on anything. It was obviously not the gimmick "Anything", since it was not conceived at that time. It is really ANYTHING.

I started with the line, "Life is meaningless." And I ended with that.

At least, I do not have this notion now. Not anymore.

I would have started with this line, " Life has meaning."

...

Yet, I would end with that.

I have yet to find more meaning in life than acknowledging its existence.

Maybe I have more memories after 10 more years of life since secondary school.