The point of going through life was to go through life

I’m coming to realize that perhaps one of the most meaningful things in life is to have/raise kids and enjoy the love of family.

And it doesn’t get more cyclical and ironic than that.

My parents spent so much time and effort to raise me, and we worked so hard to learn and work. All for the reason that I can then also raise kids.

The purpose of all that was just to continue to do the same again.

Which gets me begging…

Should I break that cycle? Or was it a good thing that I got this clarity so I can calmly enjoy what I know to be meaningful?



My Secret Notebook

Quirky, curious, and philosophical Asian American gay Ivy League grad living in Southern California.