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Sometimes things are not working out, which is why we feel out of place in this universe. Today I was lying in bed and wonder that what does my existence mean to this universe? Why am I even here?

Thing really is, it isn’t a practical question. You were put on this planet because some people needed you in their life. And to live, you need them in yours. You EXIST for them and because of them. It’s just that simple.

And if you haven’t known anybody, who stands true to this. Look closer, dear and observe. They might be smiling at your name playing in their mind randomly.

“What are endings?” the boy asked.

“Endings are somethings where you can’t any longer continue something.” She answered.

“Why can’t we continue it any longer?” the boy said.

“Because it no longer serves any purpose or has any meaning.” She spoke.

“What is purpose and meaning? How are they related?” he asked.

“Purpose is something you live for and life is the meaning. There is no purpose without meaning.” She replied. 

“So, if you define something or give it a meaning it becomes a purpose.” He questioned.

“No not that. It has a meaning but doesn’t become the purpose.”

“Meaning?”

“What are disappointments?” he asked

“When you can’t achieve something that was expected from you.” She answered.

“Why do we expect?” he questioned.

She had no answer to that question.