The real meaning of life?

Lately, I often find myself wondering what the point of living is.

Is it just to get through the ups and downs of life and live it to the full? Is it to remain kind and human in the midst of all the cruelty that goes on in the world? Is it to let everything happen to you, the horror and the beauty, and still be able to stand?

What if every single person on this earth is meant to become something great, an asset to the world?

And the whole point of this life is to reach your full potential?

What if everyone has the potential to become someone important?

That if the only challenge is to fight through every obstacle in your way, to be stronger, to see what’s in front of you?

Some people may never reach their full potential, never become who they’re meant to be, because they give up along the way. Because they think they’re too weak, without ever knowing what’s inside of them.

And I’m afraid that I might be too weak. I’m really scared that I’ll never see who I could be, what I could become if I just wanted it more. If I didn’t shy away from claiming what’s mine and going beyond my own personal limits, to go beyond what’s possible and just see what happens. What if I’m wasting my time? What if I’m not pushing myself hard enough? What if I give up too soon? I’m afraid that’s the whole point of living, and I’m missing my chance.

But on the other hand… How do I know when I’ve reached my full potential? How do I know that I’m now who I’m supposed to be? That I have met the challenge? Is it a feeling? Is there a sign? How do I know that I can stop searching, stop struggling and just enjoy life?

Is it even possible to enjoy life when you feel like there’s always more possible? Anyone can be higher, better, right? Maybe there’s always something you can achieve if you just reach out and grab it. Have you ever wondered why you just stand back when the world tells you you’re too irrelevant to be heard? Have you ever wanted to make your voice louder, to make your existence count?

Hypothetical, what comes after, when you have achieved your full potential? Life can’t end after that. Maybe that’s where the challenge ends and life really begins. Maybe it’s the point where you’ve figured it all out. Yourself, how the world works, what the point of living is.

Or maybe there is no challenge, nothing to claim or lose, and the point of living is just to be. To exist, to be part of the process. To witness all the beauty and horror of the world. To watch people fall or touch the sky. Maybe it’s about not having to be anyone, but we live with the belief that we all could or should be someone important, while we’re all nobody. Maybe we’re all nothing more than fools to ourselves, because we haven’t understood the true meaning of life.