A/N: So, this was just a random idea I came up with. I had just finished watching Harry Potter 7: part 1 (BTW, great movie), and I realized that we had all wasted two hours of our lives. So I asked myself, "What exactly isn't considered to be a waste of time?" So then I was contemplating the meaning of life. Anybody that knows me would understand how that naturally lead to a story. I hope you like it!

The Meaning of Life

There was once a girl, about twelve years old, who was asked to find the meaning of life. She was given a notebook to keep track of her progress, and she was allowed to take as much time as she needed, even a whole lifetime, if necessary.

She went on and lived life as usual, but she carried the notebook everywhere, a small corner of her mind searching for the meaning of life. She decided to tell the story of her life in picture form. So she drew a giant picture, in which she would record important parts of her life.

She was a pretty good student, and she worded hard at getting good grades. When she came home with a D on her test, she took out her notebook and drew a dead cat in the middle of a road.

She turned fifteen and got her first boyfriend. She was so happy; she drew herself flying, high in the air and over the clouds.

She turned sixteen and bought her first car with money she had saved up. She drew the car in the middle of the road, except she made it look brand new, for that was how she saw it.

She graduated high school and realized that, tough as it was, she survived. So she drew the sun peeking out form behind the clouds, shedding light on this happy moment.

She went to college, where she got a ton of boyfriends, but they all turned out to be jerks in the end. She drew a section of the drawing with only gray pencil; everything the same, nothing that stood out.

She graduated college and got married, and she drew a beautiful red flower in that middle of the grey area.

She got a job she hated: working at a bank. She felt the job was boring, and she was never happy unless she was doing something she was passionate about, something creative. So she drew a grey storm cloud raining on a section of land, drowning everything.

She got pregnant and had twin girls, and realized that, boring as it was, the job was worth it if it meant that she could help her husband support their wonderful daughters. So she drew a rainbow beneath the storm cloud, providing beauty and reminding everyone that you can find happiness just about anywhere, as long as you know where to look.

Her girls grew up and went off to college, and she was very sad to let them go. She was fifty, and she realized that she still hadn't found the meaning of life. So she got out her drawing and looked at it. Her whole life was there: her loves and losses, her victories and her defeats, her friends and her enemies, her happiness and her sadness. It was all there, right in that picture. And, as she stared at it some more, she had an epiphany.

So she went over to the people who told her to look for the meaning of life, and told them what she had learned:

"The meaning of life is different for everybody. Nobody can tell you what the meaning of your life is but you. It's not something a philosopher can tell you; only you can find out.

"You can spend your whole life looking, or you can ask somebody. Most people go for the second option, as it requires less work. But it will mean nothing to you unless you search for it yourself. Because . . . the meaning of my life is not the same as the meaning of yours. To understand it, you have to have loved and lost, overcome hard times and been defeated, gained friends and made enemies, and you have to have been happy and sad. Only once you have lived life, made mistakes, and solved them, can you understand the true meaning of your life. The joy is in the journey, and the journey is what makes everything worthwhile. So you must set out yourself and find the meaning of your life, and go along for the ride as well. Have fun whenever you can, and you won't regret it.

"As for the meaning of my life, I am going to do the one thing I have ever been really passionate about: I am going to be an artist."

So she set forth and found the picture she knew was perfect: the drawing of everything that had happened in her life.

She called it The Meaning of Life, and it sold everywhere. People described it as, "A window into life's ups and downs . . . a clever portrayal of how you can always find happiness during bad times, and that every rainbow once began with rain."

She made millions of dollars off of it and got to retire early. So she settled down with her husband and spent the rest of her life drawing and making people happy.

A/N: Soooooo, how did ya like it! Huh? Huh? Huh? I never imagined myself to be a philosopher. Well, I hope you liked it. Please review. Reviews are what keep me writing. If you liked it, please say so. Good reviews make me very happy. If you didn't like it, then tell me what I can improve on. Constructive criticism helps me improve as a writer. But please, no flames. If you flame me, I might just block you from reviewing. So flame--if you dare! But please, just review. :D