What's the Point?

What’s the point of writing this blog?  No one reads it and takes an annoying long time to actually publish. 

What’s the point of trying to run a fast marathon?  It seems like every other weekend some unknown guy from East Africa runs 2:04.  I can’t compete with that.  Besides, there are a million other things I could be doing.

What’s the point of returning a lost dog in the park?  I will have to walk an extra 20 minutes to return it to the owner.  And it’s their fault for not having it on a leash.

What’s the point of helping a co-worker with a problem? Or polishing off that report? Or updating that database for the guy 5 years from now who takes my job?  Or even showing up in the first place, grinding it out through the tough days?  No notices.  No one cares.

What’s the point of getting out of bed in the morning?  The world is scary and unfair.

What’s the point of spending the entire afternoon making your native country’s traditional dinner for a person you just met?  Wouldn’t it make more sense to save your food stamps?  Besides, no one values that sort of thing these days.  No one will remember.

In one of Seth Godin’s blogposts he described a time when he was exhausted and questioning the work he was doing.  Wondering, “What’s the point?” he accidently put one of his audiobooks in CD player.  He soon realizes that what he created is valuable and important to us and him.  Even a New York Times Best Seller can forget that there are no guarantees, but if you weather the storms and keep showing up, you may find the genius inside of you that has been there all along.  And maybe, just maybe, unknowingly create a memory for someone they will never forget (including you).