The Meaning of Life

I had a dream this morning that I was in a chemistry class and it was hard. I couldn't understand what was being taught.

We had a break and I left and everyone in the class thought I wasn't coming back.

Why should I? I didn't have to be in this class.

But I did come back.

To collect my things.

Everyone was watching as I prepared to leave.

Even I wasn't sure what I was going to do.

To everyone's surprise, I sat back down.

My boyfriend was sitting next to me. He touched my hand, happy I'd stayed.

The teacher handed out a paper that I thought would have incomprehensible chemistry equations on it.

Instead, it explained the meaning of life.

And I was so grateful I'd stayed.