But even though this life feels meaningless sometimes and I know it’s not. We’re just energy. Energy that manifested into an earth. Energy that manifested into bodies, into humans, into categories... But even though it’s complicated and I’m still trying to wrap my mind around it, I love love. I love feeling love. And maybe that’s what my life is about. Creating love. Expressing love. Being love. That’s all I have a hold of. That’s all I’m in control of. Love is all that makes sense sometimes.
















