Acceptance. Maybe. A little.

I struggle a lot with the Meaning of Life.

This is a luxury. In much of the world—most of it, throughout time—basic survival takes precedence: food, shelter, safety. How do I get these today? How do I get these tomorrow? How do I live my life so I don’t have to worry about these for the foreseeable future? Existential Angst is privilege, really; but I think most of us want something more substantive from our lives than a guaranteed next meal. I don’t think I’m especially unusual in this regar...