Meaning is a quality of feeling. It is not a thing, and it cannot be had. Felt, it cannot be held. It is nothing more or less than what guides our decisions on the path of life, which we can never see very far down. It is always the next turn. After that, we are clueless. But habits accrue, and good habits are very useful indeed.
I am very fond of Buddhism and Sufism, but the spirit to which I return again and again is that of the Tao Te Ching. Renounce sainthood. And sometimes all the world asks is nothing. Do something, then, and you are off the path. Sometimes it asks something. Then, do something.
My work continues. As does my laughter at my own foolishness and, indeed, that of all of us.
Be well: this is perhaps the shortest version you will see.