okay or not.

Is life defined by the people in it? Or do you make your own meaning?

Are our days given meaning by the conversations we've had? The personal connections we've made? And if they are, is this a good thing, or is it symptomatic of a meaningless existance?

Are our days only as important as the changes we make, the physical manifestations of our time well-spent?

And why do I wonder about things I cannot change? That probably makes me the most useless type of person out there.