His life had never had much meaning. He was never even afraid to die. He didn’t exactly consider it, but he often fantasised about jumping off somewhere and dying, or being chased and shot. In fact, it made him paranoid.
Being with Sara changed all that. Being with her, going out with her, made him feel high, made him forget. He couldn’t stop smiling.
Could this be the meaning to life? Love?
No, it couldn’t be that. What about all those single people in the world? Did that mean they had no reason to exist, that they should just die?
Still, there was something to it. How he felt now… like his life had meaning, that there was meaning to it all. Maybe the meaning simply was fulfillment, simply doing something with it. Not wasting it…
The meaning to life is not to waste it. Think on that.