I’ve been thinking. I mean really thinking. I’ve had so much loss in my life and have been face down in the dirt and grime so many times during my life, that I’m really beginning to think, what’s the point? What. Is. The. Point?
What’s the point in Loving with all you’ve got, opening all of your Heart without reserve, giving everything you have and more, only to have the final outcome to be death? No matter who you are on this Earth there is only one way in and one way out of here.
So what’s the point in striving to do your best, work until you drop hoping to make your mark on this world, Loving fiercely all the while, only for everything to come to a screeching halt when death comes along? I mean. Really. What’s the point to this thing we call life?
Why are we even here? Has anyone even stopped in the madness of life to even think, I’m talking think, why we are all here? For what purpose? If there is only birth, then time, then death, what is the Great Design in us being here at all? What difference does it make what we do with time between birth and death?
Why should I keep on Loving and working until I drop when all I have to look forward to is death, just like anyone else? Have any of you even stopped to think, I mean really think, what is the darn-gone purpose of even being here is?
And how are we supposed to get up every time we get knocked down hard enough to want to die in that moment, to only then drag ourselves up to again stand, and in so doing, dust us off to continue on Loving and Laughing and Doing? I mean really. What is the point to all this? What does it all mean????
Now I know why people give up on living. Now I know why many older folk have forgotten to smile. Now I know why people decide to sit until death calls. I mean really, what is the point of living with zeal when we keep on getting the stuffing kicked out of us?
I have no answers anymore. My sense of having a stronghold on who I am and where I am and where I am going has all evaporated it seems. And all I’m left lately is going through the motions and just wanting to say, “Enough.” Why should I even bother to keep on giving Life my all when all I see ahead of me is death, not only for myself but for all of those I Love?
I used to say I have too much life to live yet. Now I say I must finish what I started. And then there is that question that keeps nagging me. What is the purpose of any of us even being here? What. Is. The. Point?
Photography/ “What Is The Point?”/ October 2017©AmyRose