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.