Often, I notice how people ask: What’s the point of everything? What’s the point of carrying on? Nobody can really answer that in a way that fits everyone. Maybe the point isn’t why we carry on. Maybe the point is that we are carrying on. More than eight billion people have decided to keep moving. That fact alone is the point. While we’re moving, the only thing left is to make what we have count for something while we’re here.
People twist this up with side questions: What about those who choose not to? Sure, but by the same logic, what if you choose to keep going, then a random cramp hits your leg while you’re driving, your foot slams the accelerator pedal and you drive over a cliff, and you’re dead anyway? Life doesn’t care about your neat answers. I’m not here to explain every outlier. That’s pointless. I’m talking to the ones who are here, who’ve already chosen to keep breathing. You’re still in it whether you feel like it or not. The why is your job to figure out, or not. The fact is, you’re here anyway.
There’s another trap: Online dread . Whole armies of influencers milk “What’s the point?” for clicks. People binge-watch that sludge because everyone wants to be told the void is someone else’s fault. If you let some half-baked influencer’s stale rehashed dread infect you while you’re stuck on a train, you’re handing them your soul for free. Do you really want to watch those videos during the commute, before you’ve even had that second cuppa joe? You kill your fight in the one place where you can’t do a damn thing about it. On the train, in the meeting, in the sprint, dude, you have to keep your head clear and survive the day. Save the heavy thoughts for later, when you’ve got the room to crack them open for real. A distracted soldier gets killed. Kick that rot, pure opinion, out of your head until you’re ready to tear it apart and see it for what it is: someone else’s hollow noise echoing in your skull.
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What an excellent piece, thank you. Since retiring and shifting over to doing whatever I want, I’ve deeply discovered nature and the realisation that that is what I am. Nothing in nature ever asks, ‘Why am I here?’ apart from us. We’re so smart we have trouble seeing that we are, in fact, nature and natures creatures, every thought and atom of our being. As such, our best ploy is to do what nature does, carry on. The joy of retirement is doing whatever we choose, but we must find something captivating to do, the alternative for those who don’t is terminal.
Thanks so much! 🔥 I dicovered a phrase recently, “linear dread,” which often prompts a person to gou out and dig for arbitrary “purpose.” What you say about nature, resonates deeply.
Look at you, staggering through the existential fog like a caffeine-deprived philosopher with bills to pay — and still breathing! That’s commitment, baby. While half the internet’s out there monetizing nihilism with dim lighting and recycled Nietzsche, you’re gripping that coffee like a lifeline and dodging despair like a boss. The point? Who cares — you are the point. You didn’t let a TikTok monk in skinny jeans convince you the void has better Wi-Fi. You got on the train, opened your eyes, and said, “Not today, dread algorithm.” That’s victory in this war of attrition called daily life.
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