At some stage, everyone hits a wall and asks the quiet question: What’s the point? It’s a simple sentence loaded with doubt, fatigue, and a need for clarity. The question doesn’t always mean hopelessness. Sometimes it’s just exhaustion dressed up as philosophy. Other times, it’s the spark that forces change.

We wake up, go to work, pay bills, scroll through the noise, try to make progress, try to stay healthy, try to be enough—and some days, it feels like a loop. When you take a step back, all the little tasks and pressures can seem like they blur together into something that doesn’t quite add up. That’s when the question creeps in.

But here’s the twist: maybe the point isn’t something you find once and hold onto forever. Maybe it shifts. Maybe it’s not one grand purpose, but a series of small ones, built moment by moment. Sometimes the point is showing up for someone who needs you. Sometimes it’s pushing through a challenge just to prove you can. Sometimes it’s being still, letting yourself breathe, and realizing you’re allowed to not have it all figured out.

Life isn’t always about being productive or profound. It can be about impact. Connection. Growth. Creating something real. Laughing in the middle of the mess. Learning the hard way. Trying again.

So what’s the point? The point is that you’re here. That you’re still in it. That you still get to choose who you become next.

And maybe, for now, that’s enough.