For What Is The Point?

by Rose Skees '25

For what is the point besides to work. Am I to live in a cycle?

The surrounding society shoves this lifestyle down my throat.

Must I wake up each day in dread of the boredom which lays before me?

How am I to know what lies ahead?

I learn new things to simply forget them once deemed useless.

Why should I try?

I may pause to breath but the world lays an unending treadmill beneath my feet.

I ask again, what must be the point? Is there a deeper meaning to empty tasks I repeatedly complete each day?

I know little of the answer. Yet something fills me with hope each day.

Where has this feeling come from?

It sparks a hope inside of me each day, a hope that there is a chance today will be different. This spark extracts me from the cycle, for I will continue to live, not crawling along, but charging at the world around me.