Life doesn't make sense... at all. You trip and fall dawn, you stand up and keep walking, you're happy, you're sad, you like to feel the rain, you love sunny days, you love the person sleeping next to you, you love somebody else, you have everything, you have nothing, you like to be alone, you like to be with everyone... and that's it, one thing or another, always changing. And in the end you understand that you've understood nothing, that sometimes you can't find the purpose of what you did, and you keep trying to achieve the knowledge of who you are, what you're doing and who you should be with. You just can keep trying, hoping you're making it right.