People bring meaning to life, this I am sure of. I love science. I hate technology. But I love it sometimes. I have this thing for airplanes. Flying them, working on them, dreaming of them, staring at them, etc... Actually, all things that fly. It turns me into an 8 year old boy in an instant. I also have a bit of a thing for cars and music, especially the combination of the two. I drive with no destination quite frequently, preferably with the top down. Sometimes I'm sure I'll find a new world and never return. And tennis! I was quite obsessed at a time, now a bit deprived. Though I live quite far from my family, I want to be there for them. For my mom, my brother.
Ultimately, I think the most significant memories in life are associated with other people. Shared experiences, shared fears, shared passions and interests. Foods and drinks and places and things. Amazing conversations. I can't think of very many things that are better than a great conversation. With a special person. Evidence that we're not alone in this weird life thing?
I have too many interests, too many non-specific goals, and possibly little direction, but it seems I keep moving forward...???