We search for meaning in anything we can find to take away our pain.
The pain that won't seem to go away no matter what we do.
And it's not even the pain, but the fear that seems to protect us from it.
It's the reason I can't make new friends for the fear of not being good enough.
It's the reason she can't eat a meal more than a hundred calories for the fear of being judged.  
It's the reason she, even at twenty years old, can't sleep without a night light, for the fear of not just the dark but the loneliness, and void the dark brings with it.
It's the reason she doesn't like being touched because of the way he touched her when she could just barely walk.
It's the reason why he wakes up to new girls every morning because he's afraid that a real relationship means he has to let someone in.
We look to anything we can to take away the pain for just a moment so we can breathe without the weight of the world on our shoulders.
Because there has to be a purpose for all this pain in the world.
If we are here to simply live, feel, and die… is it all for nothing?