The question "What's the point?" is often really asking "What's in this for me?". (Which begs other questions; not least, who - and what - is 'me'? Deep stuff. Or not. Did "That's obvious!" spring to mind? Think about it ...)
It's my current belief (which may change, as it has several times before) that 'I' is the point. I actually am a point, in Time and Space. A place of Consciousness.
(Am I alone? It often seems so. Yet my very flesh sometimes acts the Stranger. My eyes drag my attention to some face, for example, or a muscle twitches for no purpose. 'I' am not a simple thing, to be described in a few words or captured in a brief video.)
My life has a point when I have some goal, a route there, and can see the next step. When I achieve that goal I will have to choose another; or life will have no point again.
Death is not a destination; it's an imposition. The point of living indefinitely is the maintenance of Choice.
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