When I get to the gates of St. Peter and if he asks me what I think the meaning of life was, I think I know what I'll say. "To suffer, that is the meaning of life. Because without suffering, pain, and sorrow how do we know that we even lived at all? If you are happy and content your whole life you will not reach forward into the void to see what your true potential is. I've seen people who have fallen into a sea of complacency, true they are at peace, but only until life slaps them in the face." Though I know this is a little morbid, it truly is what I believe to be.