From Hoping, to Believing, to Knowing
When you experience life by means of only happiness, fear, doubt, and insecurities become so obscured that you no longer pay attention to them. They become ever so insignificant because your focus on creating happiness is larger than life itself.


I understood what she was getting at. If life continues again and again, where does meaning live? What’s the point of wanting anything, building anything, or becoming anything at all?