Life is without meaning. You bring the meaning to it. The meaning of life is whatever you ascribe it to be. Being alive is the meaning.
I don’t want a mansion or a million cars, actually I don’t really even want one car, I just want a small cabin in the woods in Alaska with a garden and a million animals, a substantial life that I can live with someone who respects me for who & what I am.
I’d settle for a small cabin in Ireland, and my shovelhead, but there would have to be internet.
I always envisioned living like this. Except, I’ll still have a garage for my car.
I’d go with that as an end-game.
^ Lol my dream life.