As a kid, I wondered what life was about and now I finally know. Life is about what is important to you. Life is a string of moments that become our lives. We borrow life to later return it. There’s no complicated universal explanation. And it’s very simple; we breathe, we stop breathing.
What’s complicated is finding what is truly important to us, what makes us happy and thus create more of those moments. Our “meaning” may change as what we love changes. But once we know, we progressively move onto another meaning.
We waste so much time trying to figure out what life means, what our role in all this is, that we get lost and confused and make ourselves unhappy, expecting to find an answer that will solve our existential crises.
I have a bunch of friends who have, at middle age, decided to either retire or take a break from work (lucky them) to travel the world. They travel light and are following their passion by simply experiencing other cultures, people, and places. They were scared to take the leap, but, if not now, when? They are finding meaning in life by doing what makes them happy. But you don’t have to leave your home to find your own meaning. You have your own and once you find it, enjoy it.
Find what’s important to you and pursue it. It is then that you’ll stop questioning life and start living.