We are tourists in our own lives, waiting for someone to come around to explain what everything means and tells us that it matters. Trying to find any meaning for what we do and reasons to why we do the things we do. Searching for anything that could be significant enough, convincing enough to point to and say “see, it all makes sense”
Even when it seems fruitless and superficial, we still need to try, because this trip called life is solely about anything we can only try to make of it
