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I'm still trying to figure out why I'm here. I used to think that life was absurd and there was no meaning to anything, but I can't believe that anymore. But I don't believe that the meaning is predetermined either. I suppose my meaning will reveal itself eventually.
My love tells me that I helped him out of a dark time in his life, and that I have made him happier than ever before. I suppose his happiness may be enough for me to say that my existence has worth, at least to one person.
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who am I to refuse the universe?
-Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
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