You ever just stop and wonder what the point is to everything? It doesn’t even have to be with a sense of resignation or disappointment (although, for a lot of people, I think that’s the case). From a place of pure curiosity (and maybe in hopes of making the most of the time here), what is the point, really?
Although I question most religious beliefs, I do believe there’s a higher organizing force. Still, even believing in that higher force, I wonder if there’s a point to it all.
Yet, if I try to stand firmly on the other side of the debate — there is no point — that doesn’t seem right either.
I’m reminded of the Viktor Frankl quote (Man’s Search for Meaning):
“Ultimately, man should not ask what the meaning of his life is, but rather must recognize that it is he who is asked. In a word, each man is questioned by life, and he can only answer to life by answering for his own life. To life he can only respond by being responsible.”
A little free-writing: You must answer for your life. Respond by being responsible. Take responsibility. Respons-, Latin meaning “answered, offered in return.” Offered in return for life. Here is my answer. Here is my response. Here is what I offer in return for life.
When I think of it that way, What’s the point? is not the wrong question, it’s just being asked of me by life instead of the other way around.
That changes things.
