The Essence of Life; Why I Still Wake Up Every Morning

Sometimes I just sit and ask myself, "What’s really the point of all this?"

Babies are born, people die. Some come into your life like a blessing, teach you something small, then disappear like they were never even there. The people you love the most, gone. Just like that. And no matter how hard you cry or pray, they’re never coming back. It hurts deeply.

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Life feels like a cycle of hustle, heartbreak, repeat. You work, you struggle, and sometimes it feels like you're just going in circles. So what’s the point? Why do we even try? What’s the purpose if we’re all going to die at the end anyway?

I’ve asked myself these questions more times than I can count. Sometimes I just want to give up, the stress, the disappointments, the constant hustle. You wake up early, dress up, rush to a job where you’re underpaid and sometimes insulted by a boss who sees you as nothing. Still, you keep showing up.

But here's what I realized

It’s not always about the big purpose. Sometimes, the little reasons keep us going. Maybe it’s that younger sibling who looks up to you. Maybe it’s your mom’s smile after you send her small change. Or your friend who believes in you when you don’t even believe in yourself. Sometimes, it’s just hope. That small hope that maybe, just maybe, things will get better one day.

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I don’t always know what my exact purpose is, and I won’t lie like I have it all figured out. But what I know is this, if I give up now, I’ll never find out. So I keep going. I hustle not just to survive, but to create meaning in this madness. I put on that smile, not because everything is okay, but because I still have reasons to try.

Pain teaches us. Failure humbles us. Loss opens our eyes. Without all these, we may never really learn or grow. Maybe that’s the point to grow, to impact, to live in spite of it all. And maybe, just maybe, our purpose isn’t just one big thing. Maybe it’s made up of the little moments, the people we help, the lessons we learn, and the love we share.

So, even when it feels pointless, I keep showing up. I keep hustling. Because deep down, I still believe that there’s something beautiful waiting for me at the end of all this. Something worth every tear, every sleepless night, and every scar.

And that, for now, is enough reason for me