We treat meaning like it’s some luxury add-on to life, like it’s something you get to once you’ve checked all the boxes. But that’s backwards. Meaning isn’t the cherry on top. It’s in the foundation, right up there with food and water and air.
You can suffocate without oxygen and starve without food. But without meaning? You drift. You’re technically alive, but there’s this hollowness. Yeah, you’re breathing, but nothing’s actually anchoring you to the ground.
People will push through absolute hell if they think it means something. But give someone a comfortable life with no purpose? That comfort curdles into despair pretty fast. A prisoner in a labour camp can survive on crusts of bread if he has a reason to live, as Viktor Frankl showed. Yet a millionaire in a mansion, stripped of purpose, can feel more impoverished than the beggar on the street.
So when we say humans need meaning, we’re really saying that stories, myths, and purpose are the nutrition we need for the soul. Like vitamins you can’t see but absolutely need. Take them away, and even the most beautiful life feels like a wasteland.
Meaning doesn’t just rain down from the sky. You don’t wait around for it to arrive. You make it. You choose it. Sometimes you have to rip it back from the edge of despair. Living well isn’t just about keeping your body going. It’s also about wrestling with meaning until it settles into your bones.
That’s why stories, myths, philosophy… none of that is extra. They’re not for when you have spare time. They are the oxygen your inner life breathes.
Field Notes: 30.09.2025














I like these field notes, they truly are a product of thinking while outside.
As I read this wondering how meaning and purpose relate? I resolved it this way, I knew well before I settled down one of my life’s purposes was to be a father. The meaning was as simple as continuing the genome pool I had inherited (I was even less sophisticated back in my early twenties). When I became a father the meaning began to reveal itself in many ways and continues to do so nearly 30 years later.
Thanks Clay for another wonderful thought provoker.
Thanks, Dave. I’ve had various relationships with meaning and purpose over the years. As a die-hard existentialist, I still believe that life ultimately has no meaning, thus freeing us to make our own meaning.