Welcome shapes now and then invade my discontent,
Curious consolations beyond words,
Baffling embraces in moments of music, of drama.
Are they a seasoned froth from elsewhere,
    These inebriations that confront my restlessness?

We live in a culture committed to the tunnel vision of scientism and the attendant hopelessness of existentialism.  Both are challenged by Christian living centered on the courageous belief in a transcendent and caring God who acts in inscrutable ways to further his mercy-laden desire to bring salvation to all of human kind.
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If you do not believe in a living God, the question: What is the purpose of life?  is unaskable and unanswerable.  To whom or to what would you address the question? J.R.R. Tolkien