Each Day Needs Meaning

It seems I've forgotten something important for every day life.  Each day needs meaning.  That isn't to say that every day is going to be the most important day of one's life, but each day really does need to be valued in some way.  The reason for this isn't the cheesy, cliche 'live every day as if it were your last' kind of thing.  The reason is as follows.

Each day is bland if it has no purpose.  If one lives in the grand scheme instead of living in the day to day, that person is doomed to never be satisfied.  This is something that I myself have struggled with.  I'd wonder, "What should I be doing with my life?  Does my day to day life have any real purpose?  What am I doing that matters?"  This is a bit of a trap.  When caught up in those questions, I lost the meaning of the day itself for the sake of my life.  Ironically, this in itself would lead to a failure to achieve anything useful due to the frustration of focus.

So, starting a few days ago, I've started working toward living for the day and assigning some level of purpose to each day.  Even when there's no specific goal, it seems to help with the problem of purpose, worth, and meaning.  Remember that sense of anxiousness I talked about some time ago--feeling as if there's something waiting for one's self in the future despite not knowing what it is?  That's what I'm after.  To conquer the subject of this post yields that reward.

Even so, I'm feeling much better now than I did just two years ago.