When I was first drawn to meditation, like many others, I had this image of an old man with a grey beard sitting cross-legged in front of a cave, high on a mountain top. And sure enough the first class I went to we were guided on a journey to meet such an old man.
This apparently was part of the arduous journey toward self-fulfillment and self-improvement. And once we met him we could ask our all-important question like, "What is the meaning of life?" or "How do I achieve peace in my life?" And this sage one was meant then to tell me the answers are "inside you" and tell me to go and contemplate. Usually the wise old man never talked to me! And I would leave meditation wondering what the point of the journey was!
Today, I realise that is but one form of meditation. And that, yes, the answers are inside.