It ends? It seems like it keeps alternating focus rather than completely leaving. I keep trying to figure out who I am and where I belong, the point or meaning in life, finding fulfillment. I just end up with more questions than answers. I can say after feeling this for years off and on that the answer seems no clearer. It just seems like life is a conscious experience happening with patterns. That doesnt fill me with meaning. I learn things but I dont know why. I dont have the lifestyle, friends, or career I would want. I try to be grateful for what I do have and know things could be much worse, but doesnt solve an existential crisis.