A month living in a room in the sky and hanging up hundreds of our most private thoughts in the gallery 54 floors below can make you contemplative. Over the last year I felt everything from joy to despair and I see it on these confession walls too. So much longing and regret and fear and wonder. It’s not our experiences that define us but what we make of our experiences that defines us as we grow and change. The meaning of life is the meaning we make of it. We each choose how our experiences affect us and what consumes our hearts.