Some people would settle for little more in life than an explanation for their unhappiness. It would all seem bearable, perhaps even worthwhile, if only somehow they could make sense of their suffering. They try to make up reasons to account for their unhappiness.
Surely their childhood had a lot to do with the mess they’re in, but even that doesn’t provide a satisfactory explanation. There must be someone wiser than they are who knows the answers. If only they could attach themselves to someone who knew the true meaning of life, a magic helper who could be depended on to look after them, then their worries would finally end.
Some part of us longs for assurance that we don’t have to worry because there will be someone to look after us. This longing to be rescued from our struggles is a temptation against which we must continue to struggle every day for the rest of our lives.
Sometimes we need to stop crying for help and get on with getting ourselves unstuck.