People have been pondering the meaning of life for millennia, some of us find it in a higher being, we devote our lives to god and hope for something eternal at the end. Others satisfy human desires in order to find fulfilment of some sort, so we seek knowledge, power and wealth. But at the end of it all, does it matter at all? Because we’ll all die, and before we do so, we will ask ourselves what we did with our life, and what it all meant.  In the end we just don’t know, but I for one think that in the end, all that matters is whom we loved, making someone else’s life mean something, giving them some sort of worth. She gives my life worth, and in return I can only hope I do the same. Because If I didn’t… I’d have no reason to be.