Point-Counterpoint
Sometimes I wonder what the point of living is.
What is the point of anything?
Relationships, especially. If you stay with someone your whole life, one of you ends up dying first and they leave. No matter what, you won’t be together forever.
You have to retire at some point.
Most of us get too senile to do anything.
There’s a time limit on everything. Relationships, friendships, jobs. Everything.
Living is miserable when you just sit around waiting for things to end.
And we all know how it ends. We eventually die.
There’s no point in living to me, sometimes.
I think about this a lot…
But I’ve come up with a different conclusion
The eventual end to our lives gives it meaning.
If we lived forever and nothing had an end,
we would lose the drive to do anything.
Why start something today,
when we have an endless amount of tomorrows?
Since we have a time limit, anything we chose to do is special.
Spending a day with someone gets new meaning if they die the next day.
You shared a set of experiences with someone who ceases to exist.
Another day in the life… becomes a singular event that can’t be forgot.
It’s all up to you.
You decide to make your life full or worthless.
Though external problems and disasters will always exist.
It’s how you deal with them that matters.
Give up or persevere,
your choice.
Find something worth doing and do it.
Why should there be anything else?