Sometimes I stumble upon this question.
After all, what is the point? Because life is so messed up on so many levels and beyond a point, we humans can’t even make sense. Look at the events that transpire in the world every day. There is no rhyme or reason.
Why some people are poor and suffering?
Why some people are born rich and showered with everything?
But everyone is going through different kinds of problems at any point in time. Sometimes the past, sometimes the present, sometimes the future. Worries come in all different tenses and humans are the puppets destined to play out the worries.
What is the whole point of this world? What is the universe trying to do?
Of course, there are lessons in every twist and turn. But then again, what is the point?
I can learn all the lessons. But if I try to teach those lessons to my kids, it is pointless, because the incredible life lessons can’t be forced on another human being without their consent.
It’s a privilege to be a disciple of this universe, to tackle the obstacles that appear on our journey, to fill our minds with the wisdom imparted by the world, to understand the purpose of our life, and to finally reach the destination. That’s the point, maybe.