The Meaning

As my mind keeps wandering, in this very lonely and long night. It’s 5:00 am in the morning, and still, my head is bouncing and couldn’t keep focusing on my purpose lying on the bed.

What am I going to do with my life?

Man’s search for meaning.

That’s why I created this blog.

That book. That oddly little book.

While in the prison, he was searching the meaning. Why did he want to keep going with the remarkable painful never-ending torture in prison, locked physically and psychologically? He might have endured severely on his inner conscience.


“But there was no need to be ashamed of tears, for tears bore witness that a man had the greatest of courage, the courage to suffer.”


I had a kind of flashbacks in last two days, recalling the old memories how I was suffering at old days. Now my mind clearly speaks for its self, those cruel things make me stronger, makes you capable of enduring more. A thing that makes me afraid is all of these pains are for nothing because life is what it is. I am out here, and it feels like I am in prison. Prison of my mind.


“Ultimately, a man should not ask what the meaning of his life is, but rather must recognize that it is he who is asked. In a word, each man is questioned by life; and he can only answer to life by answering for his own life; to life, he can only respond by being responsible.”