Do you ever wonder- what’s the point of it all?
This irritating, extremely unhelpful phrase pops into my head at various intervals throughout the day.
Some mornings I roll out of bed and question the purpose of waking up early to read and exercise, to tend to my body and soul when I’m going to eventually die anyways.
Around three o’clock every afternoon I question my desire to sit down, to write a few words when I only have a small amount of time before my kids are begging to be fed again and besides I only have a handful of readers.
Every evening, I curl up under my white comforter and reflect on the craziness wrapped up in a single day, did any of it even matter? The instructing of my children, the folding of laundry, the vacuuming of rugs, the baking of pizza, the conversing with a friend, the thoughtful walks to the mail box, the feeding of the dog, the planning of activities, the making of a Christmas wreath, or the attempts to reduce our waste as a family.
Is there a specific reason I do what I do day in and day out? Is there a greater purpose to the rhythms that make up a normal life? Is there meaning behind the mayhem?
Most of us are slightly uncomfortable when we don’t know, at least in part, the big why behind our actions.
We tack up our visions. We live on a mission. We abide by the calendar. Be it a few sentences or five bullet points we want to know the objective, or at least think we know.
I’m sure we’ve all heard the overused platitudes, “Nothing is wasted” or “You’re here for a purpose”, when we’re in the middle of a frustrating time or confounding circumstance.
We nod in agreement but walk away still bewildered.
The more I walk this earth, the less I understand. To say I’m in a constant state of perplexity is an understatement. There is mystery embedded into every experience, even my own frail existence. We do our best to live with intention and ambition but get us alone and we all confess to the incongruity of our days.
What in the world is going on here?
Could it be that we are invited to purposefully forget the big picture, stop worrying over our why, stand in reverence of the unknown, and fall into the arms of life, engaging playfully with what is handed to us?
When we stop focusing on the deeper meaning for a hot second, when we don’t deem it necessary to question our every motive, adventure begins to unfold. Our creativity rushes back in as we befriend futility and in the process I think we start to realize the point of it all.