This country has an addiction to freedom, afforded to it by modern information technology, opening up once-in-a-lifetime sets of possibilities. 

Pure unadulterated freedom is like sensory deprivation, where long/forced durations of it "can result in extreme anxiety, hallucinations, bizarre thoughts, temporarily senseless, and depression."

I like to think that I know something about life. I've had 36 years of it. In that time, I've experienced much, and have met a diverse group of people, all of whom are driven by different things. Career, family, religion are some common examples, but there are so many others. If the world has taught me anything, it's that people have a broad and deep list of passions that drive them.

So what's the common thread here? Is there an objective way to say that something, definitively, is the meaning of life?