Life.
What is life? How does one explain life? When can we say we have truly lived our lives? What does it truly mean to live anyway?

I've been asking myself these questions quite frequently over the past month or so. Not that I'm pondering the true meaning of living, but because the main character of my book is.

But how exactly am I supposed to find a conclusion for a character lost within himself, when I can't even begin to wrap my own mind around the definition of life?

I suppose a good ending would be more like a beginning. I probably don't need to find the answer, soul search, or the likes, to find the perfect ending for Jude; because he already knows it.

To me, life is an adventure. I'm sure he will come to the same conclusion eventually as well, or at least my aching hand hopes so.

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