Meaning.

Sitting by the window with a hot cup of coffee on a cold winter evening. Sounds  depressing. It is. But thats not what i wish to write about. After 24 years of life.. having been through almost every kind of tragedy there exists.... I've learned quite lot about life in the process. I'v realized that life has to be more meaningful then we think it is.. there has to be something more than attending birthdays and presents and studies and work. there should be something ordinary yet so extra ordinary about us. Most of us waste our lives living each day in the same pattern as we always have. I believe that when its time for us to die and if we are lucky enough to be able to glance back before our soul is set free.. we are able to smile at the fact that we brought change in this world. it doesn't have to be huge.. something that we did selflessly and happily for someone else. That feeling is out of this world. Somehow it makes every thing else worth it. We might not always get appreciated or recognized by the subject.. but in the heart.. we'll be satisfied because we never did it for those things in the first place. Selflessly and happily...