Lately, I have been contemplating pointlessness. More specifically, the pointlessness of life. I do not mean this in a negative sense.

Today, like almost every day, I went to the Pool of Possibility. Near the Pool is a desert willow tree and some red flower bushes. There was a female hummingbird roosting in the willow tree. She would come down from her lofty perch, drink from the red flowers, then go back up to the tree. She repeated this infinitely, save for when male birds would come over and attempt to serenade her with dances. She would ignore them in favor of more food.

I thought about how pointless her life is. All she does is come down, feed, and go back up.

Come down.
Feed.
Go back up.

Now, do not misconstrue my words. Pointlessness does not dictate value. Pointlessness does not grant a right to cruelty. The hummingbird's life is pointless, but that does not mean she should suffer, or that we should not care about her. The only thing more pointless than pointlessness is pointless evil.

The hummingbird and I (and by extension, you) are more alike than it may seem.
She eats all day. Aside from other primal activities, it is what she has to do. It's pointless, but it happens.
I stay inside to write and draw. Aside from other activities, it is what I have to do. It's pointless, but it happens.
Whatever you do, you do it. It's pointless, but it happens.

Eating, writing, drawing, all activities are just as pointless as climbing a mountain or becoming some ("respected" profession variable here).

I have often felt pressure from the layer above to achieve a "respected" position. Then, I learned to ask, "Why? What for?" Upon asking, it rapidly became apparent how pointless every endeavor is. For my own self, becoming a ("respected" profession variable here) would be even more pointless than writing and drawing, because I would be placed under immense amounts of stress. I do not have a nervous system built for ("respected" profession variable here). Some people do, some people do not. It does not matter, and yet people like me are shamed.

Consulting various religions did not answer my question, either. Certain belief systems say that God or gods created the world. Why? What for? Then, they go on to explain how the world will end and what may happen after. Why? What for? Or, some may talk about reaching some level of "spiritual growth" through suffering. Why? What for? What is at the end? There is only more "why," and I can ask the question forever. I've supposed that asking it is the answer. Everything simply is. Pointless.

I have heard tales of others where, confronted with the pointlessness of their existence, they become despondent. This is not so for me. I find pointlessness rather relieving. Because if everything is pointless, then everything I do has a point. I do not need to become a ("respected" profession variable here). The burden of achievement is heavy and, as we have discussed, pointless.

So, the way I view it:
As long as I am not harming anyone, including myself, or harming anything, it's all pointless, be healthy and moderate, enjoy life.
As long as you are not harming anyone, including yourself, or harming anything, it's all pointless, be healthy and moderate, enjoy life.
Why make it stressful? Why do evil? That is more pointless than pointlessness. And even with all this realized, some continue to do evil.

Do not do evil, embrace the freedom of pointlessness. Pointlessness grants all points.

I suppose I have written this entry because I feel pressured as of late. Why? What for?

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By Adaline Guerra