I guess sooner or later a thinking person is going to encounter that sense of existential ‘emptiness’.
Nowadays I see it as a sign that one is moving from spiritual childhood to spiritual adolescence.
In childhood, it is natural to be utterly dependent on caregivers for survival. Our mindset in that stage is an expectation that our needs and the important information will be provided from the outside. Gradually as we develop and gain skills, competence, and so on, the ‘locus’ shifts. We gradually begin to locate our sense of security, our moral compass, our sense of what’s real, etc., inside of ourselves. We actively participate in creating these things, rather than simply receiving what is being offered to us.
The boundary between those two orientations can feel empty and meaningless.
Everyday you open the door to find an interesting or striking or beautiful painting lying on your doorstep. This goes on for years. Then one day, instead of finding a painting, you find a blank canvas. The next day, another blank canvas. The next weeks, more and more blank canvases.
At first you think, ‘does this mean all those paintings i received before were just some kind of prank? I thought they would always come!’.
Then one day, you decide to try your hand at painting. Eventually, you come to enjoy creating paintings as much as you used to enjoy receiving the already completed paintings.
You are officially an adolescent.
Later, you’ll leave this stage as well when, confident in your own skill and ability to express yourself in your own paintings, you become equally curious about other people’s processes of receiving or creating their own.
Meaning is not something you need to passively receive from Society or the World or whatever. Meaning is actually something you can contribute to the world. The potential to do this is part of your birthright as a human being.
Anyway, that’s another perspective on it.