For some time now, there’s been a question that’s been bothering my mind. What’s the point? What’s the purpose of life?
Why are we working so hard, trying to make our dreams come true, trying to do what we love? In the end the result will always be the same. We will all end up dying one way or another.
Whether we have lived a simple, miserable, rich life, we will all die. So I can’t understand it. Is the end more interesting when during our life we have been a successful person?
Some will say that we die happy when we feel we have accomplished great things. Okay, but what about afterwards? It doesn’t change the outcome.
Or others will say that leaving a legacy, a memory of one’s time in the world is good. But then what? The people who will remember it will also end up going through it, so it’s ultimately ephemeral.
So, tell me, what’s the point of all this?