Mind of my Stroked Brain

Many years back, I had read this book called "Man's search for meaning" by "Vicktor Franknel" He was a holocaust survivor and a psychologist if I remember right. It is about why few folks survived the extreme circumstances of the holocaust and most could not. It's a very good book - highlighting the need to find meaning - a sort of a purpose to struggle through everything. I have often tried to think of what is my purpose. How do I find meaning through all this - the hand that life has dealt. The truth is I am yet to find that answer. Sure there is a role I am playing - a husband, a father, a son, a brother, a friend to many, so on, and those roles I am trying to fulfill what I can. But I have found no bigger purpose or meaning. There probably is none, I am not sure. Everyday is the same - wake up, feeds, physio, feeds, exercise, feeds, sit on wheelchair, exercises, feeds, move back, bath, feeds, sleep.  It is peppered with bathroom breaks and cleaning as ne