What’s the point?
This is a question that I tend to ask myself quite a bit.
What’s the point of paying thousands of dollars to go to school and eventually, maybe, start a career that you might enjoy?
What’s the point in living this life if you’re not going to make a difference in this messed up world?
What’s the point of waking up every morning if you’re not going to do something meaningful with your life?
Each day has a purpose. I know that in my own life, I feel like days like today where I wake up at noon and catch up on TV shows are such a waste. Nothing productive has been done, I’ve done nothing to better myself or anyone else. It makes me restless, really. Makes me want to go out and do something to just make someone else happy, you know? Like why did I have to spend this day on myself? Why not go somewhere and try to make someone else’s day better or just do something for someone? These are things that I can’t help but think about all the time.
There just has to be more than the day to day lives that we all live. What is the point of life? I feel like life is supposed to be so much more than we make it out to be. We need to dream big and find the purpose of our lives. We need to strive to find the reasons that we are here on this earth.