what's the point of living ?

Answer 1

to reach out and help one another, to lift someone up when they are down, to feed the ones who cannot feed themselves, to clothe those who need, to care for one another, to show compassion to those who suffer, to those who find no hope and find life meaningless, help them to find Jesus Christ and to trust and rely on him to find that purpose...to laugh, to cry, to hope, to dream,to inspire,most importantly to LOVE....

Answer 2

In my opinion, the point of living is just that, living. You go along life always having a goal or a purpose, but when you achieve it, then what was the point? Well, it's living it. Example: Going on vacation. You not only live the vacation, but you live the anticipation, the actual trip there, the vacation, the trip back home and then you have memories forever. So to me, the point of living is life. Good and bad happen, every day, you enjoy the good and try to learn from the bad, that's life.

Answer 3

hi i truly hope you can get to hear this song its sung by bob dylan though the lyrics really try to answer yourquestion and i live by the honesty of this song 30 years
enjoy
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.



Copyright © 1965; renewed 1993 Special Rider Music

Answer 4

Simple... try to do as much special, impressive things as you can so you can brag at the retirement home.

But really, there is no point. That's the fun part... why should there be a point? Just hang on and enjoy the ride and never take life too seriously. You should light up a fart right now!

Answer 5

The beauty of each new day, the challenges, the sweet smile on your child's face, a warm compassionate kiss from the man you love, saving for and taking that trip you've always promised yourself!!!! Cooking dinners for the family and friends you love!!!! Dancing, singing, art, history!!! Seeing new things meeting new people!!! Hearing a magical song, scuba diving in the beautiful Keys !!! Helping others! Loving others !!! Sewing or whatever hobbie gives you joy !!! Raising a new G.S. puppy!!!! Traveling everywhere in an rv with the man you love and your new daughter!

Answer 6

What ever you do with your life and a way you relate to other people in your life. You make a point for yourself and others the way you living your life.

Answer 7

The point of living is to avoid going to hell too soon.

Answer 8

Either you value life or you don't. If you feel unable to do anything enjoyable with it; if you suffer more than enjoy it; if you are very old, if you do not see that you can improve it, but are destined to have a terminal, painful disease, your life, I agree, may not have much point in it.

Answer 9

Learning and experiencing and getting the most out of life without it getting the most out of you.

Answer 10

Dying.

Answer 11

To fulfill mission of the creator