How to Grow Re-enchanted with the World: A Salve for the Sense of Existential Meaninglessness and Burnout

A shimmering reminder that “the magic is of our own conjuring.”

There are seasons of being when a cloak of meaninglessness seems to slip over you, over everything, muffling the song of life. It is not depression exactly, though the two conditions make eager bedfellows. Rather, it is a great hollowing that empties you of that vital force necessary for moving through the world wonder-smitten by reality, that glint of gladness at the mundane miracle of existence. A disenchantment we may call by ma...