The point of life is there is no real point of life. Nearly every
possible answer to that question can be
refuted with
reasonable ease.
Many people say the point of life is
happiness. But happiness is such a
fleeting thing. Why live solely to be happy? Happiness is only an
emotion. And what makes one happy constantly changes as well. Happiness is only a human concept. Take other animals for example. Why do they live? It is
highly doubtful that they are
motivated by happiness.
Others say that the point of life is life itself. But there is hardly any point to living in
itself. We grow up, reproduce and live out our lives. Our
children grow up, reproduce and live out their lives. The
cycle continues pretty much
interminably. What exactly is the point of this endless cycle? Do we need to
proliferate ourselves over the
four corners of the Earth? Probably not. Many would
speculate that the world could do better without us.
The list continues. Let's take a look at why animals live. It seems reasonably
apparent that they are motivated by instinct to survive. It is
programmed into them. Is it not possible that the same "
programming" still runs strong in humans? Perhaps. It seems that there is, in fact, no point of life. However, I think I'll keep living because I see no point in
ending my life as well. Perhaps that's why we live. There's no point in not
living. Ah, the wondrous joy of the
paradox!