Well… That is a depressing question? Who, in a clear mind, would ask that? This simple question is one way ticket to depression. What is the point of me, getting up in the morning? What is the point of me eating lunch every day? What is the point of living this life?
To have enjoyment, to feel good, you might say. Sure. Feelings and emotions are probably what keeps us alive. I have heard an interesting quote from an acknowledged psychiatrist and neuroscientist, Jiří Horáček. I would loosely translate it to: Emotions are a trick that is given to us by evolution to make us believe in a brighter future. (Source in Czech: https://youtu.be/jUomBDwa7WA?t=1677) I could not agree more. However, this is hardly a consolation to anyone. What is the point then, if my emotions are just a trick, a make belief?
Is there an actual value in feeling anything? You can feel it, but you cannot give the feeling to anyone else. It is only yours, an while someone else might feel a similar thing, you never know how exactly they are feeling. Hell, you might not even know or understand how you are feeling. Is it reasonable then, to bet the point of existence on something so elusive? I’m sure it is not. But life, like it or not, is not about being reasonable. Nothing, except our own creations, is behaving according to reason. Reason was handed to mankind as a burden, giving humans the ability to not understand anything. Even though, after few millennia, we like to pretend we understand a lot of things.
I digressed, let me summarize. What is the point? I don’t have a clue. Should I follow my emotions, even though they are a ploy by my brain to trick me? Probably, let’s be honest, there is likely a good reason we have them, and people with very limited emotions do tend to commit suicides… Jordan Peterson said, that the point of your life is yours and only yours to figure out. I believe that. There is, sadly, no one clear answer to this depressing question.
But one thing I know: It sure as shit isn’t to have fun.