Until recently, I spent my entire life watching TV, watering my lawn, stroking my cat, digging dirt out of my fingernail with my other fingernail, or looking in the fridge for something to eat. I thought they were all worthwhile, interesting things that I was meant to be doing. 

Then one day, I stopped and thought, “what’s the point?” Someone is just going to buy my house when I’m dead and replace the lawn with brick paving; watching TV only ever leads to watching more TV; my cat hates me, no one cares how clean my fingernails are, and there’s never anything I want to eat in the fridge!

There’s no point to anything. There’s no reason why we exist. 

Even if we discovered there was an all-powerful being who claimed he had a reason for all of this, we’d have to ask him where he came from and why he exists, which would just stress him out about the point of it all.

Then I thought about it some more and decided that, despite this, it was important to keep doing things, whether there’s a point to it or not. 

I started jogging and doing the paleo diet and lost half a kilo in three weeks. Then I couldn’t be bothered anymore and started eating junk food again. I wasn’t sticking to the routine anyway.

But then I realised that sitting around wasn’t doing me any good either, and I thought I should try something else to fill in my time. 

I took up pottery for a while, but then I got bored and stopped. 

Then I did something else vaguely interesting but stopped again.

And what I discovered was – whether there’s a point to life or not, we should all do things… If we want… Or don’t do things. 

It’s up to you. 

Whatever.