What’s The Point?

Along with the existential crisis that is activated at the ushering in of every new year, many people (this author included) find themselves reflecting about what was, what is to come, and what do our efforts, successes, failures, and aspirations up to this point all mean.

We are seeing almost daily, the ugliness that is humanity being elevated over basic human decency, and care and compassion lacking the desirability that power, posturing, and prominence has. When the corrupt are congratulated and we can casually swipe-left past ethnic cleansing and body counts, is it any surprise that we have a population of people wondering what’s the point of it all?

But I think that might be the point. To wonder this at all, I think one would have to identify their own inherent purpose. You know, that think that makes getting out of bed worth it. On a macro level, assertions like making the world a better place or learning from mistakes so as not to make them in the future are noble and just, but in a fallen world full of the narcissistic and perverse, this common refrain seems to hold less and less weight. Which is why I believe it is less important to ask what the point is and instead define the point.

Try as I might (as evidenced by my own advocacy, petition signing, and voting history), I may never be able to change the minds or attitudes of powerbrokers hellbent on maintaining the status quo at the expense of the marginalized, but I can identify what it is about my life that brings me joy and thus, brings joy to others. Defining those points start with centering my faith, my family, and my experiences. If I can identify ways to continually draw from each of those areas in my life despite what is happening around me, I am more likely to have a solidified base that keeps me grounded when this world is wall-sliding on its axis.