I made an AMV about the search for meaning
"I strike the iron lying before me without thinking about whether I like it or not."
"Godot, why did you become a swordsmith?"
"We've been a family of swordsmiths for generations."
"Do you like it?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"I've gripped steel before even learning to walk. I strike the iron lying before me without thinking about whether I like it or not. I've always strived to improve my skill, to forge even better swords; but before I knew it, I became an old man. Why do I continue striking iron? The truth is I have no idea. But...there is one thing for certain that I do like about it. Sparks...I like seeing the sparks. I'm absorbed by them. For a moment, I can feel as if my life is sparking before my eyes."
What creates sparks in your life?