A man requires meaning.
There is no way for him to be fulfilled without it.
Indeed, there is no way for him to even matter without it.
Without our WHY, we wither away.
Like vagabonds, we wander the wasteland that our lives have become.
Lonely. Miserable. Afraid. And so since meaninglessness is so devastating to a man’s sense of power and fulfillment, you’d think most of us would do everything in our power to find it.
Alas, my experience suggests this is not so.
So many of us have become numb and domesticated.
Searching for distraction rather than that meaning.
see also Victor Frankel “Mans search for meaning“