My Meaning of Life

I am really really loved.
I really matter to people.
People want me to be happy.
I want others to be happy too.
I want to live in harmony and share my life with others.
I feel like this is my revelation.
I am grateful.
I don't need to be depressed.
I must not take my good fortune for granted.
I would miss it, I must cherish it and enjoy it, or I'll regret it and never really live the life that's been granted to me.
Is this the Prozac, or am I growing up at last?

The End

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