After having undergone existential crisis for the umpteenth time, I’ve come to realize that
It is okay to not have jumbo ideas of changing the world, like some motivational speakers influence you to believe.
It is okay to find meaning in the little things in life, and to create one’s own purpose.
It is okay to find your purpose in others happiness, no matter how less they might be in number, and meek in terms of significance or status.
It is okay to not push too hard, and torture oneself during the process.
It is okay to take one day at a time and accomplish the little goals one sets for himself.
It’s all okay because at the end of the day,
we’ll be nothing but bones and ashes with no one left to remember us.