What is the Point of Life Anyway?

We only live this incredible life once.  We can make it into what we want. 

So many people become completely bogged down in the minutae, thereby missing the simple pleasures that are available at every turn.  Who cares if your house isn’t as big as somebody else’s, as long as it is filled with love and laughter? Who cares if your car isn’t as fancy as your friends’ cars as long as it gets you where you want to go?

What do you think this all means anyway? We are a tiny little blip of a planet in a galaxy so vast that we don’t even register.  Lie on your back on a clear summer night and look up at the stars to give yourself just a tiny taste of how insignificant we all are.

Why waste your precious time here hating others, being jealous, looking over your partner’s shoulder to see who else (and more important) is walking in the door.  Who cares?

Be kind (if you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say anything!).

Laugh loudly.


Smell the roses.

Help others.

Don’t take yourself too seriously.

Be grateful (write a gratitude list if you need to, reminding yourself of all that you have to be thankful for).

Enjoy every day because it could be your last.

Guide your children.

Hug your partner every day.

This blog is about me, at age fifty, looking for meaning for the rest of my life.  I try to embrace every day, celebrating the good and ignoring the not-so-good.  It isn’t always easy, and we become distracted at every turn as things come into our path, trying to interfere with our joy.  Push those things aside — deal with them as you must, but don’t let them push you off the road.

Listen to music.


Run, or bike, or hike, or do yoga. 


Enjoy the sunshine.

Don’t get bogged down in the little details… they really don’t matter in the end.



About mallorylayne

midlife mom seeking meaning for the rest of her life.
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2 Responses to What is the Point of Life Anyway?

  1. Jeff Schweon says:

    Completely agree. It took me a long time to learn this. It was taught to me by a older man who I greatly respect. Keep writing.

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