What to do with my life: Love.

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If I had the world stacked up before me, and all things were within my grasp, if all the wealth were mine, all the friends, I could do whatever I pleased and go wherever I wished, I would still have nothing. Nothing. Without love.

It is all vain. It is empty. It is meaningless.

I have learned, through poverty and pain, through despair and depression, through euphoria and ecstasy, through happiness and honor, that love is what remains. As friendships come and go, as my bank account fluctuates, as I move from city to city, I've got a stash of love within my soul, held safe, to give and take.

"Love is all you need."
True story.