What if everything you ever wanted just fell into your lap? What would you do? Huh? Would you pick it up, no questions asked? Or would you question and question and question until there is nothing left? How often in life do we get to have happiness? How often do we get to have exactly what we want? And if we do get it, is it really what we want? Is it really everything we hoped and dreamed of? Isn't it just like life to dangle it in front of our nose and then take it away just when we really want it. When it's at the point of desperation. When you want it more than anything in the whole world. But you're wise to the tricks of the world. So you test it. You poke it, you observe it, you listen to it, and finally you determine that it is the real deal and you open it, but the flowers have already wilted. What will you do then? What if what we wanted was whatever we got? What if we figured out how to be content with what we have and enjoy it for all it's worth? What would happen then? What if you had to fight for it? To keep what you have? How hard would you fight? Or would you just figure that it'll just get taken away later? So what is the meaning of life? It really is Love.