So through much random thought of my own I have decided to bring this topic to you great people: What really is life about?
When I ask this, I guess I sort of am asking what the meaning of life is, but at the same time, am disregarding all religion, and am focusing solely on life itself, so I'd hope this can be void of religion and focus on what I'm about to discuss.
One thing that has recently gone on in my head regarding rough times, simple mishaps that go on daily in everyone's lives, to things that make us mad (other people, problems with your car, the cable going out, etc). To me, I have been answering these "problems" or difficulties in life simple with "Well, I'm alive, so how can I really complain?"
So to me, life has become more of a journey that I know will eventually end, and have found some sort of comfort in trying to always remember that I am alive, and because of that, I can't really complain. I'm almost 23, just graduated college, and have tried to understand what life is really about in this somewhat odd stage I'm at in life. With graduating (and missing school, my friends, the atmoshpere, the good times), looking for a real job (which is impossible in the US right now), and realizing I'm soon to completely be an adult, I've been trying to figure out what life is about, yet all I can conclude is that I need to not let things bother me, to basically make sure that even when things around me are bad or become stressful and confusing, to remember that I'm alive and that I can't complain, and from that I find myself content and basically worry free.
With that said, I'd like your opinions, to debate this, tell me what you think life's about. If the drama is good, if what I'm saying is brilliant, stupid, ignorant, pointless, wrong, or whatever you'd like