I find myself returning, time and again, to the question: What does it mean to live in an age where so many structures of meaning-so many once-solid points of reference-seem to be either absent or constantly shifting? The more I observe, the clearer it becomes that this is not simply a personal dilemma, nor even a regional one; it's the crisis of a secular world, a time in which the bedrock of existential certainty feels more like quicksand. I sense that others share this same question, lingering in the background of their lives, often masked as routine concerns, quiet anxieties, or a general sense of unease that gnaws at the edges of daily existence.

But why, one might ask, does this feeling exist now, and why so persistently? The secular age itself, a period marked by the conscious sidestepping of traditional religious frameworks, seems partly responsible. Secularism has gifted humanity with untold freedoms, a liberation from past authorities and prescribed certainties. It has also replaced divine narratives with human-centered paradigms, emphasizing logic, individualism, and empirical proof over faith or divine purpose. This shift has produced astonishing achievements and advancements, yes-but it has also left us in the odd position of being free to define our own existence without any innate guide on how to do so. I wonder: have we underestimated the toll this freedom might take on us?

In so many ways, secularism is a liberating force. Yet I've come to see that this liberation doesn't necessarily equate to existential peace. Instead, it invites each of us to confront the daunting task of creating meaning for ourselves in a world that, by all accounts, does not supply it on its own. In the absence of grand narratives, we turn to personal frameworks and individual choices. Yet there's an inherent instability to this process. If each person is a sole author of their life's meaning, then what stabilizes meaning from one person to the next? What prevents one person's search from dissolving into the same abyss as another's?

So here we stand, in an age defined by secular ideals, but deeply haunted by a crisis of meaning. The world itself may offer no inherent guidance, no script to follow, and so we are tasked with constructing our own. This is, in many ways, the root of modern existential anxiety-a constant awareness that meaning is neither given nor guaranteed.