We more or less go through life assuming that there is some gigantic problem— some pressing matter that must be dealt with immediately. This transforms life into a great big scavenger hunt for the magical cure-all.
We read a butt-ton of wordy books. Then develop all of these ideas or possible solutions to our supposed problem. We concoct all the plans of action that are intended to provide us with meaning and/or purpose. All the while, we have a sneaking, yet persistent, suspicion that we are missing the point.