In London

Just one more question left. I mentally thanked myself for coming so far. “What is the meaning of life according to you Ms Rivers?” he asked in a delicate accent. “I think we give meaning to life Mr Clark”, I replied in a professional tone. “Please, elaborate.” He requested while writing something on the papers in front of him. “Life is big; you just can’t fit it in one word.  We give meaning to life, by the things we do, the choices we make, because they shape our lives in the end.”  He smiled and gave a firm head nod. “That will be all Ms Rivers, thank you for your time.” “Thank you for having me.” I smiled knowing I did a great job.  A firm handshake I reminded myself as I reached across the table to shake his hand. Walking out of the university office, after many years I felt hopeful. There was still a chance for me.