No one gets out of this life alive.

Sometimes, my grip on reality seems shakey. I don't mean in the "wow, this guy's losing it and probably going crazy" way. I mean in the other way. You know, you get in a routine and before you know it, you're in a routine. Your actions seems fairly scripted and predictable. One day blends into the next until you have a series of days, some refer to this phenomenon as 'weeks', that press on and characterize your life or at least the events thereof. Occasionally, one snaps out of it long enough to realize that they have fallen asleep at the wheel, again. Picture, if you will, living life sedated but aware enough to keep it together. This moment, for me, is when I ponder that existential and nauseating question; "What's the point?" The question is usually accompanied by that feeling of being here but not really being here. Like you are watching things happen outside of yourself. Not "What's the point?" in that melodramatic way people ask before they jump off a bridge. Don't mistake this for a cry for help. No, I mean "What's the point?" in the way a child might ask. A simple approach to a complex question. There is no depression present in the asking. No anxiety. Just naked inquisition. Children aren't interested in wasting time. It's either what they want to do or it isn't. Now, they don't always have the ability to judge benefit and consequence like we do. I have a feeling though that we're not as good at it as we might think at judging sometimes. That's why we need to ask "What's the point?"

"What's the point?" is my way of deconstructing my storehouse of knowledge to arrive at a place where I can be of use again. A place where I am present all of the time. There is an assumption, a taking for granted that accompanies knowledge and experience. I believe that this can become an obstacle to advancement. Sometimes, you have to be willing to be wrong in order to be right.

We should ask "What's the point?" from time to time as an exercise whose outcome provides us a glimpse into our current state of affairs. "What's the point?" betrays our motive everytime. Sometimes our motive can fend for itself. Other times......