I know your comment is meant as sarcasm, but for some reason it made me think about The Unbearable Lightness of Being and the idea that too much meaning can become a prison in itself or, as Kundera says, a burden :

“The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. but (...) the heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life's most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant. What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?”