The meaning of life has different meanings to different people in different cultures. it is something we all ask ourselves but there has never been a definitive answer. Here is my answer.

Life is so full of lessons but one people never seem to learn is about self-acceptance. Just be the best that you can be and most will accept you as you are.

This poem describes what I feel that it takes to make a friendship work. Everyone has their own view of this but I tried to put it into some perspective using a box to specify what part of a friendship goes into the making of this box.

There has to be a reason why we live and make friends but if our reasons are not fulfilled we are left with no reason for life itself.

Does anyone really know what love really is. The experience of love is different for everyone. Love is at one end of a continuum and if hate were at the other, there is a wide description of emotions in between.