"What's the point of all this?" She responds disbelievingly. "The point of all this is the way you feel driving next to the ocean with the windows down, the sun gently blanketing your face. It's the coolness of a breeze kissing your damp forehead on a hot afternoon - you didn't realize you needed it until that moment. It's dancing and pulsing bodies to an infectious tune with bright lights, when you are so caught up in the music you forget why you ever had anything to be sad about. It's an open highway, a new landscape, the rolling in of thunderclouds in the distance. It's the sound of a child being tickled, blissfully unaware of the pain and suffering happening in the world.
"What's the point of all this? It's the flowers opening up in the spring after a harsh winter, that first warm day of the season when the earth smells brand new. The lightning bugs coming out of tall grass in summer evenings. The way they blink in the trees during the night. It's the way I feel when I look into your eyes and run my fingers through your hair. My heart stops for a moment. I can't stop smiling. When you hold a puppy or kitten and get so full of love you feel like your heart will explode. When you're wrapped up in a hug that you've needed for so long by someone who surrounds you in warmth and protection.
"There is so much beauty, in every detail, that asking what the point of life is means you're not looking close enough. You're not listening enough. You're not reading enough. You're not acting enough to stop focusing on YOUR pain, and help someone else away from theirs.
"The point of all this is to be more selfless, more kind, more loving, more observant. Less talkative, less boastful, less self-seeking. The point of all this is: faith, hope, and love, with the greatest of them being . . . love."
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