We demand a life should have meaning. But life has precisely the meaning that we wish to bestow on it. Life acquires meaning only through love. The more we are capable of love and dedication, the more our lives will be rich with meaning.
The one thing you dread it, letting yourself fall, taking the step into uncertainty, the little step beyond all the security that exist. And whoever had once surrendered himself, one single time, whoever had entrusted himself to fate was liberated. It was blissful to live. It was blissful to die.