I often wish I had a dollar for every time I hear it from a client. I’d be writing the Mind-Tickler from my yacht right now.

“What’s the point? I need a purpose. Why get out of bed?”

Seems many many folks are dedicated to the idea that humans need a point in order to have a worthwhile life.

Even though if we actually consider, we can see that that idea is incorrect and actually makes life miserable and feel less worthwhile.

I mean, think about it. What other creature needs a purpose? Do mosquitoes need a purpose? Cats, toads, scorpions, raccoons?

Nah.

While it’s enough for every other creature to simply exist, for humans, it’s, “No no no, I need more than mere existence. I need a POINT.”

Only humans think we’re so important that we require more than just being alive.

Although really… what for?

Seriously.

It’s not like purpose brings us peace.

On the contrary.

Rather than the beautiful meaningful life that thought insists will come because we have a purpose, in actuality we get stress, striving, dissatisfaction, failure and inadequacy.

Mmmm, gimme some more of that.

Have you noticed the misery in reaching for meaning, the striving and un-peace of having to have a point or purpose?

“Get up, get going! Do something! You have a purpose, something to make happen! Stop sitting on your lazy ass and get moving!”

Sure. Peaceful.

But maybe that vague sense of lacking something, missing something, is the point of needing a point.

Can you see how need-for-purpose keeps the focus single-mindedly on self, problem solving, goal attaining, here-is-not-enough-ness?

Dissatisfied. Lacking. Forever.

That doesn’t seem right, does it?

Maybe we’ve had this wrong.

Even though it seems to be, even though it feels like it should be… maybe existence is not really about anything at all.

Because you can see that life is not important, right?

All shapes, sizes, webbings, claws, fingernails, number of toes. Ebbing and flowing. Coming and going.

No biggie.  Not important.

So can you feel how simple life could be, how pure, how lovely a collection of varied and color-filled experiences, if it could be lived without… requirement?

Y’know, just for the livingness of it?

It could be that, free of point-obligation, we might be able to just… exist... for a while.

Free. Living.

Just because we ARE.

Wouldn’t that be something?

All of us on this earth- every living creature- experiencing.

Just cuz.

As if the point to living is just the living of it.

As in, there is no point.

Just alive. For now.

There's a point for ya.

Living. Experiencing.  Anything. Everything.

Joy, love, misery, shame, suffering, boredom, ecstasy.

And then…

Next.

No purpose, no point, no lesson, no growth, no meaning.

Because those are simply concepts. And concepts are a whole bunch of nothing.

So why get out of bed in the morning?

Because we do.

Because why not.

Because life happens.

Silly humans.

"The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves."
-- Alan Watts