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.
Written for #SoulfulSunday, an exercise to nourish our creative side, formulated by Esha and supported by Shilpa and yours truly.
3 thoughts on “What is the point? #SoulfulSunday”
That’s a valid question – one that every individual needs to ask oneself. We’re usually so busy dealing with life that we have no room for thought – to ask ourselves what is the purpose of our life. You made me think Vinitha with this post of yours.
Your question also makes one wonder what’s the point of all the competition and the energy we put into petty stuff. I’m being cynical and saying that some people never seem to learn the lessons that life is teaching them though. Wonder how it all works out at the end of our lives, no?
When I’m not careful, that question can lead me to an existential crisis. Because what’s the point of any of this…of our life…of why we are here…or the things we do…who even cares if it all just stops? If I cease to be? If the world ends? What difference will any of it make? I’ve had to find different questions for myself – more along the lines of understanding what ultimately matters to me, understanding what I can do about it, and accepting that I can’t do anything about certain things no matter how hard I try.