I considered writing a six word story.

But as it turns out six words isn't nearly long enough to express all of the things I want to express. No amount of words can combine to say what I want them to, and often there just aren't any words to fit the feelings I experience. There's love and heartache in this world, and if I could use my suffering and the things that I've learned to ease the life of just one single person, I would.

I used to lie awake every night unable to find peace. I would wonder what the meaning of my life was. What was the purpose of my existence? I wasted so much time and energy looking for answers that I never stopped to just enjoy what I had. When I lost my father, a man I loved dearly, I realized something important. It doesn't matter what any real or imaginary omnipotent power has planned for me, the only way I'll have a chance at satisfaction is to make my life mean something. Instead of questioning how I can please society, I have to question how to act in a way that will make me feel valuable and important and substantial.

I hope that you, whoever takes the time to read this, find something in your life that give you purpose. Whatever it is, I encourage you to pursue it. Figure out what you want. If you could be completely selfish with complete disregard for other human beings, what is it that you would want (not what anyone wants of you, or even if it would hurt the feelings or go against the values of someone you admire)? When you find what it is you want, then make everything you do in honor and in an action towards that thing.