The Point

The Point

A Poem by Hanna Swanberg
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what is the point?

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What is the Point;

Why do we get up in the morning,

Why do we drink our coffee and go to school, or work, etc..

Why do we endure the pain when we can end it so fast?

What is the Point?

 

The Point is unnecessary;

We do what we do because we chose to.

If we assume the Point is the working of a deity or the universe, we live under a veil

A veil of ignorance.

 

The Point of it all is to live;

To be free in the fact that the Point is our idea,

Our reason of life.

To be free from the voice inside telling you "you're not good enough",

And to be free from the illusion that your destiny is forsaken.

 

To ask the question, "what is the Point" is to ruin the fun of figuring out yourself.

    The Point is what you want it to be.

© 2013 Hanna Swanberg


Author's Note

Hanna Swanberg
this is my little ode to getting over depression and coming a bit too close to suicide.

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What's the point of thinking about why we do, instead of doing? Hmm?

Very nice xo

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on December 21, 2013
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Hanna Swanberg
Hanna Swanberg

Plainfield, IL



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