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The point of life is...to relish the warm sun on your face on a spring day, it is to feel the biting cold of mid winter. It is to love and to lose, to feel pleasure and pain. The point of life is to...go to that football match, to be wrapped up in the excitement of the game, or to hate it. It is to be married and single, to watch your children grow up, it is to live alone. The point of life is to enjoy your favourite food, to be entranced in a novel or film, to never read a book in your life. It is to travel, to experience the sights, sounds and smells of different cultures, it is to stay at home and never venture out of your town. It is to be strong or weak, short or tall, to feel good or bad. It is to learn from your mistakes, it is to make mistakes and never learn from them. To be selfish or generous, to do what you think is right, or not. The point of life is to aspire to move above where you are now, and it is to be happy where you are, it is to realise that you are both perfect and imperfect at the same time, it is to never even consider that. It is to live on the streets hoping someone will give you the money for your next meal, it is to give to him or walk on by. It is to squander your money, to save it, to invest it or to stay safe.

The point of life is to paint the masterpiece, to be the one who admires it, or hates it.

The point of life is to fly from flower to flower, taking in that sweet nectar, to turn from a caterpillar into the beautiful butterfly that you are, it is to sing from the tree tops in the morning, to lay your eggs and watch your young fly away. It is to give birth to your calves, puppies, kittens. It is to be a part of a million strong swarm or army, to be the soldier, the queen, the worker or the drone. It is to open your magnificent flower and allow others to feed from your nectar. The point of life is to grow from a seed, catch the sun in your leaves and live for hundreds of years, and to be home for thousands of insects and birds.

The point of life is to be born, mate and die again on the same day, it is to weave that complex web and wait with endless patience for your next meal. It is to be the hunter and the hunted. It is to be a lone wolf wondering through the forests, or the part of the great herds of the African plains. It is to swing through the trees, fly through the air or swim in the oceans, it is to be the destructive hurricane or the life giving breeze that carries the seed that you are.
The point of life is...to be!