Doesn't everyone know on some level that life is inherently meaningless and empty and absurd? Isn't that the basic challenge of being human (Camus and all that Myth of Sisyphus shite). Seems different people come to this reckoning at different times and in different ways.

I find it liberating but also depressing that nobody really has any answers. I no longer feel the need to chase down therapists or guru figures for platitudes and reassurances.

And if people think that having fabulous parenting ensures no emptiness in adult life, well I'd be surprised if that correlated very well.