What is the point? of anything, really? This question is more often than not asked in times of despair or pessimism. But when I present this question, I present it out of neither despair, nor sadness. It rises out of a realistic, perhaps overly grounded, point of view.
Every single day, you wake up in the morning- eventhough you would much rather stay in bed than go to your 8 am class. You choose to go anyways, or at least, you make yourself believe that you have a choice. You try to push yourself forward and not make it seem so bad by visualizing yourself in some form of a successful- or to be more precise, socially praised position that your education will eventually lead to. But, do you really wanna go to school? More likely than not, the answer is a big no. I mean, I fully understand if you love learning, I do too. But who wants to pressurize themselves in an attempt to get a grade that could potentially make or break their future? Who wants their self-worth and value as a human being to be determined by a numerical value? No one. Yet, we still "choose" to abide to the system and try our best to succeed by it's standards, because simply, we don't have a choice. Okay, so you finish all your schooling and higher education and you finally get a job. A job that you've once convinced yourself that you are passionate about to give yourself an initiative to finish your higher education. But are you, really? Or were you originally in love with art or music? Did you mildly like science and chose to pursue the "passion" that is going to get you somewhere in life? What does that even mean? Why do we let society define what "getting somewhere" is and isn't?
You end up liking your job- I mean, it's better than many others and it provides you with financial stability, right? But you don't like it enough to voluntarily go to work. You will spend your days looking forward to the finishing hour, your weeks looking forward to the weekend and your months anticipating the vacation. Basically, you spend your entire life looking forward to something. Something that might not even be that great or exciting but you look forward to it anyways. You chase dreams that you might not even have to provide your life with some sense of purpose or direction. You choose to abide by social laws that you very much despise. You become more focused having a successful existence than living a happy life. & in spite of all your futile attempts, you end up getting absorbed into a life of terrifying predictability.
I look around me and I can't help but notice that this world is filled with people who exist but aren't, and might never, come to be alive. I really wish that I could just live and ignore, but I couldn't help but keep asking myself, what is the point?
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