Does my life have meaning? I am trying to make the best of my existence.
Do I read as much as I used to? No. I write, but do not read much anymore.
Do I have meaningful relationships with the people whom I call friends? Not in a strict sense of the word. We have fun and brief moments of selflessness between us, but that is not constant and can not be relied on.
Do I mean that much to my family? Can they rely on me? Do they?