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There have been numerous times that I've thought over what the meaning of life could possibly be. What the reason or point as to why we go on living is. There were so many occasions that I just hit a dead end, and that would only leave me feeling worthless and sad, despite my fortunate life. Then one day it hit me; it seems that the only point to life is to be happy. What other ultimate goal could there be that triumphs over happiness? We work hard, so we can support ourselves and our loved ones, so we can be happy. We go through the bad times just so we can experience joy. Likewise, I work for happiness. All of my hard work for school and volleyball, all of the mental pain I experience, the personal therapy I undergo to attempt to figure myself out, it's all so I can help myself be happy. I'm no devil. I don't live for the sole purpose of someone else's problems. I am a person. A human being. My goal is happiness. And I know I've reached points where I've experienced being truly happy, multiple times in fact. But to get to that I had to learn from my mistakes. I had to go off into solitude to think. To realize what exactly I was doing wrong, and to discover more of myself. To understand what the hell I want out of being alive. 12 months ago did I make this discovery, and I've been living by it ever since, just because it works.
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