What’s The Point?
I just awakened from a nap and the thought came to me ~ What is the point of life?
Part of the reason I thought of this was having watched dvd’s or reading about how people spend their lives in prison. How can they do it? How do they spend so many hours in a cell, no place to go, nothing to do all day?
We live in a rather large house with plenty of freedom. There’s all KINDS of things to do! So what? At the end, when we die, it’s all been rather pointless hasn’t it?
I see so many working just to afford a certain lifestyle. Why? Is the work enjoyable? Is the lifestyle? is having all kinds of “toys” to keep oneself occupied worth having to work so hard to maintain them? And what about those of us who really don’t have a lot of toys? We go about our day acting as if what we are doing is important. Is it? If so, to whom and why?
I watch the squirrels outside our home. All they do most of the day is find food. Sometimes they hide food; sometimes they chase other squirrels. Birds will be sitting quietly on a line, then all of a sudden decide to go land somewhere else. Why?
We’re constantly looking to find things to keep us busy, keep us occupied, keep the money coming in ~ acting as though our lives are very important. Are they really? Is all that we do, really making a difference to us and/or to others? IF so, how and why? we’re all going to die, aren’t we?
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