Does life have to have meaning for it to be lived?

At first I was germinating to survive, and then I did it to heal, and then I did it because it’s peaceful.

Some people out there really make their mark on the world and leave entire legacies behind: world leaders, inventors, celebrities, religious founders, poets, writers, artists, architects, royalty, the rich, the terrorists, the criminals who do traumatizing crimes: the good and the bad.

And BTS.

Some people create legacies by having tons of children who have more children and then some more children.

I have a breath. I write anonymously. I suppose if I expire this blog goes on. And there are things near and dear to my heart that I’ll never publish. My legacy is in that.

The above is my life’s work. And it matters to me, even when sometimes I don’t pick it up for weeks. It’s magic.

My life is peace. I’m a health assistant; I help people without necessarily saving them. It’s not a huge impact to take care of someone. Or is it?

I’m not unhappy with my life. I’m 35 and I wonder what moves I’ll be making in the future. Now is the time.

For what?

Namjoon knows better than I do about it.