At 30 I enjoyed this but have a certain criticism in mind. I do recognize that my frenzied "quest for meaning" is fading a bit as I settle into habit, but I'm also certain that that doesn't mean that I'm in a better place. I just have to look at my own parents to know that being too stuck in your ways is like a state of death manifest in everyday entropy, pardoned by believing that the entropy is a temporary illness and "normal" will return tomorrow without urgency.
It is the changes in life that make it lively, and so to live I should strive to maintain some rate of change in myself, so that I never die while still alive.