What is the meaning to life?

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Death is beautiful in its own way. Now death, my own definition of death being, passing onto the after life. Everyone seems to flirt with death at some point in their own misrable, fucked up lives they try so hard to seem utterly perfect. Skinny girls that binge and throw up. Girls that starve to lose that extra couple pounds. All to seem, perfect. Perfection doesn't exist. It just doesnt. We all try to be perfect. To have the best wardrobe, the newest phonr, the biggest, fakest smile just to seem perfect. We're all perfect. You don't even need to try. Just look at yourself in the mirror and think to yourself, I love what I see. Whether you have a bum on your nose, or a bit of acne. You are so much more than your looks. A couple extra pounds doesn't define your very being. Your height, your eye color, not even your hair color defines who you are. Your personality does. Your personality is what makes you beautiful. There isn't isn't a perfection, but there is being happy with yourself. If you aren't 'perfect', you are deemed ugly. Don't good enough to go anywhere in life. Being 'ugly' gets you bullied. Thus, leading to death. Our main topic for today.