Thoughts in progress
Sometimes I wonder what's the point of it all. Thinking about human history and all of the lives that we live. So very many of them and it seems we learn little. We still kill each other after thousands of years and many human lives lived. We still don't love each other as much as we could. We still lie to and deceive others, and sadly ourselves. Other people are not a part of us so it's okay to treat them in a less manner than those we care about. Our brothers and sisters.
A bit pessimistic view, perhaps. Still, we make progress, even if slow. There is always love and joy in the world. But I suppose my deeper pondering is what is the point of a life. It's a subtly different question than what is the meaning of life. Instead of taking the perspective of the objective, of "out there", it's a more personal question. What is the point of living my life? For what reason am I alive? What do I wish to accomplish in my life?
It's a focusing question. Rather than live a haphazard life in which events just seem to happen, the life is lived with a purpose. It's a responsibility question. The life is no accident.