Everything ends.

And things begin again too.

It’s a bit repetitive, but i don’t know another way. You look at your life and you try to find some meaning. There is no inherent meaning; there is only meaning we assign.

So our mission in life is to assign meaning, even if it only has that meaning to ourselves. You can’t make other people see the meaning you see, unless they chose to — unless they want to.

You started off alone. You’ll end up alone. But in between, there may be some other people with you. For a while at least.

Even if it’s just someone you pass in the hallway and say hello. It’s better than nothing. Because we know all about nothing, don’t we?

Just say hi. What could it hurt?

(Don’t forget to add a title, to complete the meaning.)