What’s the point?

Here I am sitting in my bed thinking of everything and yet nothing. I’ve been contemplating a question in my mind for a while now. The question- what’s the point? What’s the point of everything? You life, your experience, your hard work, your dreams and passion. What is the point of all of this.

One day with the blink of an eye, everything you know will fade right before your eyes. All those dreams those passions will be mere small goals and small activities you chose to pass your time till life ends.

Everything you are doing right now is a filler. A filler to fill that time between now to the time you die. Your wife your kids your family is all just an attachment. Remember that childhood best friend? Remember imagining how things would be like when you grow up? How you thought you’d grow up together. But are is that what happened? Remember your first love ? The promises you made? Where is that now. My point is, they were temporary and we didn’t know that. So is everything else. We are just too close to everything to realize that . We are busy running 9-5, finding out passion, finding love, finding happiness because we need to something all the time. You need something to keep you distracted. Distracted from facing questions like these that threaten your identity that you have created for yourself.

What do you think is the point of human existence? We can discover a cure to cancer but will it make the person immortal? we’re just delaying the inevitable. You can be famous you can be homeless but what makes you different? Both turned to dust sooner or later. Sure, you’ll be remember for longer than others but how long? 5 yrs? 10yr? a 100 years? a 1000 years ? But how would that matter to you even after the second you die? You will not be there to see it. You existence is a form of sufferage and all we are doing is trying to ease the suffering by finding a partner to share this suffering with or by finding a cure to diseases, or by simply finding easier ways to do things. And to everyone who’s in a hope that there is a life after death. Good luck to you because there isn’t anything after death. Do you burn a book and say it probably goes to a book heaven ? Just because you have thought you created this imaginative afterlife to give yourself hope and to not face the crippling fear and the reality. Like a child creating an imaginary friend to escape reality.

Earth existed millions of years before the human race and will continue to do so after we are gone. Then why do we give ourselves and everyone else so much importance? Is suicide a permanent solution to all these inevitable problems. Is suicide a form of mercy killing to a person who thinks life is a suffering?

Note: I am not depressed or suicidal so do not ask me if everything is ok.