…and doing what you do the rest of the day, then going to bed and doing it all over. I wonder now if our frustration (that of some of us anyway, including me) doesn’t come from trying to make more of it than that? It brings up once again the question of how to bring meaning into our lives. How well we do that, I believe, dictates how content we can be.  The challenge, though, is honestly and objectively doing the work necessary.  I think too often we settle for something we’ve been socialized to accept as meaning.  For some, that is sufficient.  But for the sentient traveler, the itch is not that easy to scratch.