After chasing meaning through every scheme and finding it slip away, the seeker turns back to something plain. Eat. Drink. Be glad. The simple joys that live entirely in the present, asking nothing of tomorrow, are the one thing that stays with a person through his days.
This turn is not surrender to shallow pleasure. The tired mind is discovering that the fullness it hunted in the future was quietly waiting in the ordinary present all along. The bread, the cup, the small gladness come as gift and not as conquest. A person who can taste this hour instead of racing past it has found the rest that all the grand striving could never reach.