Sad-making

Meant to post this on the man's passing. The more I reflect on it, the more potent it seems:

"Everything everybody does is so--I don't know--not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid, necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless--and sad-making. And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you're conforming just as much as everybody else, only in a different way." -Salinger, Franny and Zooey

How to non-conform? Surely the dreams of a Yangshuo return, overland to Tibet, and Passage into India that haunt these cold nights qualify? More so than picking between expensive restaurants (although there are times for that too, I suppose...)