Is not finding meaning in 'life' a way of finding it? Is it a straitjacketed monorail journey which we all take just to go from point A to B? Or it is just a web of experiences where achievers and losers criss-cross to shape each other, one indispensable to the other? Whose life is more important, the 'one' who guides us all, gives meaning to those As and Bs for many generations? Why is that few people can see and are willing to go on 'that' path, that the others cannot(or don't) see? What drives us when we don't have anything left? Can societies afford more change agents, the outliers, or only a limited few have that responsibility? What breeds a lack of ambition and fuels complacency? What breeds suffering? Why are 'systems' in us and around us always susceptible to fail? What allows us to not 'think'? Why cannot the journey to reach to ourselves pass through others? What is this thing that passes and makes us old? Why does it end, always?
We start out as young flexible minds and end up having our own rigid identities, defined by our work, our nature and our upbringings. Freedom and the lack of it, both, makes us who we are. The glare of life around us is such, that it creates 'us'.