Existence has no inherent meaning. We are the writers of our own stories. Each breath is a word and sentences write chapters and ideas can flow as freely as we want them to. The trick is not becoming but allowing.
Does a waterfall have to convince itself to tumble down?
Do rivers need to be convinced,
or are they carried along by their own momentum and innate knowing of what to do?
If we come out of this universe, this earth, and nature which surrounds us why do we feel we should act or live differently than the stars or trees which peacefully stretch upward in a seemingly effortless fashion?
Perhaps the trying, the seeking, the analyzing, the striving is what should be put on pause. Perhaps what we need to do is let things happen.