And it frightens me. I've never been comfortable in the world. Since I was about eight, I only felt comfortable online, but now even online is getting uncomfortable because it's too much like the rest of the world. Someone once told me that the greatest secret of life was that there is no secret of life. I prefer another take on that sentiment, that the meaning of life is to give life meaning.
Every life is different.
Every life means something. Every life must therefore mean something unique and specific. I think when you find that meaning, when you find where you belong and what you're supposed to do, when you find your purpose, that you'll finally be comfortable. I don't know why I don't feel comfortable here anymore. This might be what people call a mid-life crisis.