We can do many things. We can work in many jobs: engineer, doctor, pilot, journalist, police, ... However, one day is coming we can do nothing, because we are tired and sick or we are too much old.
Somehow, our life has sense. Our life has sense ever. If we can work or we are sick, in our bed, our life has sense.
I mean that we are not here for to work, thus we should to work, it´s very good to work.
Our life has sense because we can to love. If you are in bed, if you are very old, or you are a boy, you will can love ever. In all circunstance we can love. To love is our reason to exist.
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