What’s The Point?

Why do we

exist?
What’s the

point really?
Are we here

to have fun?
Are we here

to accomplish something?
Are we here

to hurt?
We are

dropped off

on one end

of a conveyor belt

then
chug along

as the conveyor

takes us for a ride

to eventually

tosse us off the other end.
Along the way

we are taught things,

we are told to

do things, we
learn,

we work,

we play,

we suffer loss,

we laugh,

we cry,

we love

and we hate.

Along the way

some help others

some hurt others.

Some cheat,

some lie,

some step over others,

some give others a

helping hand.

Some think

at the end of the ride

there’s a reward

or punishment for
how we behaved.

Some think life is a test.

Some are afraid

the end means

just that, the end,

once tossed off
we cease to exist

our conscious

evaporates

into the ether.

No one really knows

for sure.

Some will say

they know,

but they really do not.

Seems to me, if, at the end,

as you’re about to be

tossed off

you can look yourself

in the mirror

and know

you left the place a

little better

than you found it,

then the ride

had purpose

it had meaning.

That should be

reward enough.

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