I see my life as a story and look at it from the perspective of my eventual death. In other words, I ask myself, "if I die, what will I regret?" Every time a choice presents itself I ask myself, "When I die, will I look back at this and regret my choice?"

I enjoy life for the miracle it is. I'm spiritual (not Christian, that line of thinking made me hate myself for the longest time) but I take an atheistic approach to my existence. Meaning that if we are just a fluke of nature, then we are a scientific miracle.

The fact that you exist as you are...the odds of you...specifically you...being born are staggeringly low. Just the amount of eggs and sperm that your parents kicked out numbers in the trillions of potential humans that never got be where you are now.

My purpose? My meaning? To be me. To be the best "me" I can. To know myself and be true to myself and just enjoy the fact that I'm here even if all of that is unconventional to the expectations of society. I don't care what other people have to say. I don't care if what I like to do or who I am doesn't jive. I don't even care if I don't have a specific "meaning". As long as I am me.