Life Makes Its Own Meaning
5 min readMay 31, 2021
Nature abhors emptiness. In my 20s, so did I.
I needed my life to matter — to have capital-M Meaning. Eating, sleeping, working, and dying wasn’t enough. Time is short. When I thought about the prospect of having squandered it, the horror and disgust made me shake. I couldn’t allow myself to live like those other people, who passed through the world without transforming it. They had no special, transcendent purpose…