Am I Alone In Wondering What’s The Point Of Continuing To Live?

Dear readers,

This post isn’t about depression, or suicidal thoughts — I don’t have any. 

I am just wondering “out loud.”

Up until about ten  years ago, I had a pretty great life. The last five some of the worst. My life before wasn’t perfect, but I enjoyed most days. Then, some bad decisions, some distance between others, some bending of the truth by others, some figurative knives to the back by others, and now my life is mundane and routine — things to which I never aspired, things of which I have always dreaded more than the Grim Reaper’s eventual visit. . There are days in which I struggle to get out of bed, not out of loneliness, sadness or depression, and not even so much the question of — What’s the point?

But the real answer of —

–There isn’t any!

At work, I do more than my job– Still, I remain unable to save money.
I give all I can to every and anyone who asks of me — Yet no one truly cares.
At the end of the day, I am right at the spot where I started — Not sad or happy, just blah!

So I wonder —

–What’s the point?

One day, I will die, of course we all will, so faced with that reality, and if the best years are behind, why should anyone needlessly suffer, treading water, eventually going or getting nowhere, with the end result being a life of mundane misery? 

I appreciate reading your comments.

Thank you,

Joe


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12 thoughts on “Am I Alone In Wondering What’s The Point Of Continuing To Live?

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  1. Death is not an option in this life. Once there is life, there is hope for a better life. No situation is permanent. You might feel this way today, tomorrow you feel different. Having said that, here is what I think;

    . Life no matter how terrible things around us are, is worth living. An African adage says, a useless life is better than a useless death. A useless death is a self-induced death which happens when we don’t want to live anymore. A useless life is a very difficult life, a life that doesn’t go as we plan.

    Even in this kind of life, we still should find meaning in life. That’s why when people get very sick and go to the hospital, they wish for good health- to go back home healthy and strong. That’s why the blind still desires to live, the deaf, the dumb, the handicapped, those without hands, without legs still want to live. Why should they desire to live? Because death isn’t an option for the living – for real people in their normal senses, death isn’t an option. So they keep living. When a man falls into the sea and is about to drown, he desperately moves the hands and the legs in a struggle to save himself, he catches at anything at all including straw to save his life. A life that probably isn’t smooth-a rocky life.
    Finding meaning in life is focusing on our life purpose-

    Our life purpose is the reason why we are here, and as long as we live, we serve that purpose. We bear every hard situation, we battle every challenge to fulfil that purpose. So we aren’t supposed to think there is no point living when there is life purpose. And life shouldn’t end when our purpose is served. We wait for nature to take its cause. When we grow very old, we wait for a call home. We wait as long as it takes.

    Personally, there’s a point to continue to live. Even if I don’t, death is not an option. I live anyway.

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  2. Finding the thing that’s stops you from killing yourself right now, the thing that makes you flinch on the face of fear, the thing that pushes you to leave the bed every morning is the point of life.
    No one said finding that thing is easy, but no one can deny that the thing is not right in front of us. We just have to recognize it. And sometimes recognizing can take a lifetime, which is absolutely okay.

    I like your writing. 🙂

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  3. For me the fact that there is no real point actually gives me immense freedom. It means I can create my own point, my own meaning to my life.

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  4. When I was growing up, I was told that “life is what you make of it”. I’ve found that sometimes that’s true, but sometimes it isn’t. When I was young, I was broken down many times and attempted suicide a few times too, thinking that my situation would never improve. I have to say that now, I’m happier than I’ve ever been.

    Does that mean that everything in my life goes perfectly and everyday is rosy? No. Not even close. I still have good days and bad. And I still have things that go wrong. And I still have people who try to bring me down.

    What it does mean it that as I’ve gotten older, I’ve grown to accept, even love all parts of me, the good and the not-so-good. I’m comfortable in my own skin and, in general, I live a pretty good life. I use the people who try to hurt me as my motivation- my fuel to reach success. And I flat refuse to let people or circumstances to ever again break me.

    I don’t claim to be a superhuman, or anything of that nature because I’m far from it. However, I’m a fighter and I’m stubborn as hell! I’ve had way too much drama in my life in the past and I make it a point to avoid people who are toxic and who only wish for my destruction. And I don’t tolerate shabby treatment from anyone because life’s just too short for that.

    I’m determined to spend what years I have left on this earth happy and in peace. And I think we all owe it to ourselves to make these things our goals. We must love ourselves enough not to let the world break us because we all deserve better.

    Wishing you much love, peace, happiness and prosperity!

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