Looking back on the past 17 years of my life…I begin to wonder what is the true meaning of ‘life’ per se. What exactly have I done in the past 17 years that I am really proud of, that I really felt that its meaningful? Studies make up a huge part of my life but after studying for so many years, what have it done for me? I may gain more intellectually but that is only confined within the syllabus of the textbooks. Many things in this world are still beyond my limits. It’s the routine that all of us have to go through; the conformity of it makes me ponder what exactly is the meaning of living life to the fullest? Does that phrase only applies when we have started working, so that we can splurge on material needs to satisfy our wants? But how are we supposed to comprehend what is living life to the fullest, especially when we spend a large part of our waking hours just going through a usual routine? Enjoying a day or two out, having no need to worry about our studies for that limited period of time don’t exactly mean that we are living life to the fullest life right? The privilege of having fun with our family or friends aren’t something special, it’s our right isn’t it? But other than doing that, how else are we supposed to live life to the fullest? Hobbies only exist when we truly have the time to appreciate them. hmm... well.. maybe i'll be able to come up with something that might answer my own doubts soon..