Finding meaning: the plague of our generation.
A soul search for something more.
Maybe the meaning is in acknowledging that the quest is always in progress.
And the real meaning is found in transcending the suffering the inevitably pops up.
The questions and the torment and the self inflicted anguish over trivial matters.
Maybe the real meaning is in each and every piece of gratitude.
Like Virginia Wolff said,
“The moment was all.
The moment was enough.”