The meaning of life is to make yourself happy, what else is there? If you waste time doing anything other than that which will ultimately make you feel good, then frankly what’s the point? All we have is this moment - our lives/The most profound statements are often said in silence/Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself/Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together, when found it is an event beyond description/Silence is one of the hardest arguments to refute/There's so much beauty in the world, you can’t hold onto all of it. Let it flow through you like rain, and you’ll feel nothing but gratitude for every single moment of your stupid little life/This bag was dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. And that's the day I knew there was this entire life behind things, and…this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in/We can all be our own prisons, be our own wardens and do our own time. Your mind can easily be a jail cell, it’s up to you to set yourself free/We are only bits of stellar matter that got cold by accident, bits of a star gone wrong/Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like no one is watching. Laugh when you can, apologise when you should and let go of what you can't change. Kiss slowly, play hard, forgive quickly, take chances and give everything, and have NO regrets. Life is too short to be anything but happy. :)