That question—what’s the point of everything if we’re all just going to die someday?—is one I’ve found myself asking many times, especially during those moments when life just feels overwhelming and unfair. When you're constantly hustling, facing one challenge after the other, going to a job where you're underpaid or even disrespected, it’s so easy to question why we even try. I’ve been there—waking up some mornings and wondering what the point of it all really is.
The truth is, I don’t have the perfect answer. I don’t think anyone truly does. But one thing I do hold on to, and something I’ve come to understand in my own little way, is that as long as we’re alive—waking up each day, still breathing, still here—then it means God isn’t done with us yet. There’s a purpose we’re still meant to fulfil. Even if we don’t have it all figured out right now, the fact that we’re alive means we’re on a journey. And no journey ever makes sense right from the start.
I genuinely believe that one of the reasons we were created is to serve and worship God. Not just through prayers and songs, but by the way we live—how we treat others, how we love, how we help, and how we carry ourselves in this broken world. I also believe that our purpose includes achieving something meaningful—leaving a legacy, even if it’s small. Sometimes it’s not even about being rich or famous. It could be as simple as showing kindness, helping someone who needs it, or inspiring people by just being real and trying your best, even when things are hard.
Now, if you ask me if i think I’m fulfilling that purpose, I’d say I’m still on that journey. I go to church sometimes, yes, but I wouldn’t say I’m as close to God as I should be. I still have a lot of growing to do spiritually, and I’m trying to walk my way back to a stronger faith. Life has a way of shaking us, of pulling us far from the things that matter. But I believe that every step I take to reconnect with God, no matter how small, still counts.
As for achievements, I haven't really ticked off major things yet. There are dreams I’m chasing, goals I’m hoping to achieve, and milestones I haven’t reached. But I believe that with time—and with God’s help—I’ll get there. I hold on to hope, and sometimes, that hope is the only thing that keeps me going. That, and the people I love. My parents, my friends, and the people who believe in me even when I don’t believe in myself.
So when I wake up and still decide to smile—even when life feels overwhelming and tough—it’s because I know I haven’t reached the end of my story. There’s more ahead, even if I can’t see it clearly right now. I still keep going not because it’s easy, but because giving up won’t help me get anywhere either.
And maybe that’s the real purpose—to keep going, to keep believing, and to keep living each day with faith that it’s not all for nothing.
Thanks for reading.
