Aren't we all looking for life?

Something? Someone? Or maybe you've found that one thing that means life to you, your career, your family, your other half, the people whom you belong with, etc. Me, I still am very far off from that in my journey in life. A few days from now, I'd be turning 23 years old, and I still haven't figured out what I need in life or who I need in life. Sometimes I cover myself with questions about life and living. Is living about searching for something? And what if you found what you were searching for? Does living stop there or is that where it all begins?

If it is the latter, then I haven't began living my life yet. Don't get me wrong. I am very grateful that I am living a comfortable life in where I can question and have philosophical urges to fix the things in my life and in others that need fixing.

I have jumped from scene to scene in the story of life trying to find the meaning of it all. Is it love that makes life worth living? Is it having found your true calling? What does this all mean when we do not get to live our lives now? Why does living have to be so distant from existing alone? Or is it that we just made things complicated for ourselves, and that indeed, living is just as simple as existing?

Existing in the now that is here, that is today, and not existing in just concepts that others built for us to internalize as living. This is how living should be; all the pursuits that we have in our life are just secondary.

My friend, is this living?