Life is confusing, really.
I mean, there's the thing about survival. You have to eat and drink enough food and water, and then you have to stay precisely the right temperature, and you have to steer well clear of anything that might get you sick. But in the end, you die, anyway.
There are no limits in life. Nothing is certain, and nothing is impossible, except for two things: it is impossible for nothing to happen, and it is certain that <i>something</i> will happen.
Whether you choose to explore this limitless world and life through travelling far and wide, searching for adventure; whether you choose to stay in one place and discover the world of human behaviour and emotion; or whether you, perhaps more like me, choose to explore these infinite depths of possibility through letting yourself fall into the  beautiful abyss of imagination, I'm sure that you're doing life the right way.
Writing is a beautiful form of art. Art is the display of emotion through various means. You can project your feelings through watercolours on a blank canvas. You can throw your heart and soul into harmonious melodies. And you can engrave your thoughts into the words that you write.
Life is confusing, but there's meaning in art.