"There is not one big cosmic meaning for all; there is only the meaning we each give to our life."-Anais Nin
I have not found life-giving meaning
The search does not serve me. It convinces me that wherever I am, whatever I'm doing is not enough. It suggests that I am missing something vital, and I am lacking the intelligence, passion, and creativity to discover it. It doesn't let me enjoy my life.
James Altucher wrote a fascinating post about when successful people stumbled upon their purpose. Most of the time, it was very late in life after a series of unrelated careers. But even that suggests that we should struggle through a painful series of events and finally, finally, we will discover our great purpose. Fuck that. That sounds miserable. As James writes: "(We) don’t need to pay with lots of unhappiness to buy happiness".
"It’s an incredibly exciting thing, this one meaningless life of yours.