Life is a series of different states. Some days are filled with love, some days I sink into emptiness. Some days feel like anything is possible, and some days I’m painfully aware of my own limits.

In this constant change, we try to find the meaning of life. But the more we reflect, the clearer a paradox becomes. Life can’t be defined.

The fact that my thoughts about life change every single day—that itself is the answer. The “answer” we were looking for doesn’t exist. And that’s the only certainty we have.

So there’s only one thing left. Stop searching for answers and just exist. The fact that you keep changing is proof that you’re alive. And that’s enough.