What is the point of life? What is the goal? Even if it is truly meaningless, then to live is of little consequence, so to live becomes a choice, to continue living, a purpose, a point, must be given to life. Some people seem to believe that a successful life is monetary achievement and peer approval, I refuse to adhere to such a shallow and arbitrary meaning. I refuse to believe that life is simply a game with one goal that can be measured so easily. Life is not something you win. Success in life is too relative and too meaningless to be a proper measure of purpose. Games are given meaning by success, assignments are given meaning by learning, which is measured in success. Life is not so obvious. Maybe the rich and admired man does die and happily reflects on his life, maybe he does not. Maybe the poor and forgotten man does die and happily reflects on his life, maybe he does not. These measures of success and meaning are therefore inadequate. So we’ve come back to our central question, What is the point of life? Is there a goal, and if so what is it? I used to think all that mattered was happiness and comfort, a happy man is a successful man, a happy man dies happy, a happy man does not need to doubt, for a happy man is not concerned and has happiness to occupy his thoughts. I then began to feel like just having happiness and comfort was inadequate. Constant happiness is an unattainable goal, as it soon begins to rot the senses and makes a man go numb. All feelings are valid and serve their purpose, all feelings help a man to grow, and develop. A happy man is a satisfied man, a content man, and this man does not grow, he does not develop. This meaning then became insufficient. I then moved on to try to value all feelings as they come, I attempted to learn from each one, and the meaning of life became simple, human experience. My life could be measured in my experience, happy, sad, numb, they are all feelings in which I can characterize my time spent, in which I can measure my life. And whether in the end I look at my life with regret or satisfaction, I refuse to give the last version of me the power to decide whether or not I have succeeded. It is the me that lives in each moment that must decide whether or not my current experience is worth having, is worth living for, and if it is not, then whether or not I have faith that the future experience will improve and continue to make life worth living. This is when the last version of us meets an obstacle, for they have no future experience to look forward to to make a miserable situation worth living for, this fills a person with dread and regret. Yet if the final experience is acceptable this last version may feel at peace. Yet this belittlement of the power of our last versions to rule on the success of our lives may negate my previous argument for monetary success and peer approval being inadequate measures, yet the rich man falls victim to the same vices as the happy man, and becomes numb. And peer approval is only worth one’s respect for his peers, and if a man were to allow his peers to dictate what is and is not acceptable, the status quo may never change, and nothing will improve. A man that allows monetary success and peer approval to measure his meaning forfeits his individuality and his freedom, he is a slave to a system made before his birth and one that will continue after his death, a system that is completely indifferent to his existence. And maybe a man has succeeded in the system he has chosen to accept as life, but systems are not life, life cannot be defined by arbitrary systems. So then once more we consider human experience, and the possibility of experience to be a meaning for life. Unfortunately while we find that experience may be our closest suggestion we find it inadequate as well. Experience is subjective, as experience is malleable based on previous or following experience, some experience is undervalued while others overvalued, the experience that exists to measure life is simply our perception of our experience, and is inherently flawed due to our imperfect perception. What will make a man feel as though he has meaning not just in his final moments but throughout his life? Nothing. Our circle continues, as nothing is truly sufficient to satisfy a man’s need for meaning. The lack of priority for meaning in each moment of our lives supplies evidence for the fact that life has no meaning. But a lack a meaning is still impractical, as life is a choice, and a choice necessitates meaning. This may lead us to several conclusions. Life has no meaning yet can be successful in any way that is satisfactory, which is simply too broad a universal to be acceptable. Life’s meaning lies in the furthering of life and the bettering of ourselves, part of which is objective part of which is subjective, yet is the entire process the circumvents life. Lastly, there is no free will, no choices involved. Life is but a process not central to some greater concept. We live so that we may live, not that we choose to live but it is our nature to live, we are influenced by conformity to live, there is some great force that takes away our choice, and forces us to live. It is uncommon for a person sound of mind to question whether or not they desire to live or not, it is not a choice we as men make, but a foregone conclusion that we must live as it is what we do. The argument continues to circle. Life is but a circumstance, life is inconsequential and insignificant, yet life is sufficient, sufficient enough for man to not question whether they choose life or not.