Why do we need meaning? “My life has no meaning!”, we say in desperation.
What is this search for meaning? And if you find it, then what?
Nothing, NO THING, has meaning unless we ourselves add it.
Is a thought of going to work actually saying anything? Is the tree or the wall outside your window saying anything? Is the pain in your back saying anything? No, you, yourself add the words. You are making it all up. So what’s the point? There is no point.
But there is relief. Like the relief of waking up from a bad dream to realize it was only a dream.