No meaning, no being

I've stopped seeing meaning, relevance in anything. Especially texts. Prose, poetry, gyaan...
Anything can be substantiated with logic. Anything can be bolstered with emotions. Then where does this leave a lost soul in a sea of words, ideas and fantasies? Where's meaning? where's life? where is the path and where is the goal? What is the purpose behind doing anything? Why am I here? What should I do? Why should I?

It is usually pretty easy for me to figure out what I don't like, what I dont want to do, what should not happen. But it is immeasurably difficult to arrive at what is good, what should happen, what I should be doing, what should I aim at. That's the justification for laziness. for inaction. But that indecision is also a decision. One that I did not take, but remained by default. Am I OK with it? No. Yet I remain stuck, struggling, trying and thinking all sorts of things. With no head nor tail. No fulcrum, no movement. And the world moves on. Life goes on.