I’ve a problem with individuals who says, “what’s the point?” whenever it’s about self-improvement. Look, I’m a firm believer of having the right to live however you want. Even if that means eating junk foods daily, smoking your lungs out, alienating yourself from friends and family, not bothering to exercise to stay healthy, avoiding jobs with high expectations and just barely living day by day until the day you die. Because, as these individuals would say, what’s the point, right? Hey, it’s your choice. It’s your body. It’s your life. And rightfully so!
They’re in their 20s or even 30s and are probably ok with this arrangement. Alright consider now until they’re at the old age of 70. From now til then, they’ll have to face themselves every first minute when they wake up of every single morning. All that junk food, all that poison, all the people they’ve pushed away, all that unrealised potential and all that regret of doing nothing significant in life crashing down the moment they wake up every morning for at least 50 years before they die. Can you imagine how one can just choose to feel astronomically shitty every morning for the rest of their waking lives? Can anyone really choose to live without any purpose and to just wait til death? Remember, this is not because of any other means, but by choice.
Jean-Paul Sartre once said, “we are our choices.” Without going into philosophical existentialism here, the basic idea is that human beings are subjects who must freely choose to create their own meaning. Attitude is a choice. Happiness is a choice. Optimism is a choice. Kindness is a choice. Giving is a choice. Not feeling shitty is a choice. Whatever choice you make, makes your life.