Not a lot of people know this about me, but I was raised among wealthy industrialists; elites for whom $10 million yachts and private jets were as natural as owning a bicycle might be for the rest of the world.

Even as an 18-19 year old, I noticed how the depression, addiction and suicide rates were abnormally high among those people. Maybe I'm missing something, but I am pretty sure that part of "meaning" involves remaining conscious and alive!

Could it be because for opulent and rich men the real problem is boredom?

And maybe that's the lesson: Life is not a contiguous thing, but a series of moments strung together, some of which are good, some are bad, some are meaningful, and some are meaningless.

Very well said my friend. I couldn't have put it better. Except once a long time ago, that right now I can't remember when. LoL :)