What’s the fu*#@% point? - written by Jeff Dawson

It’s a question that hits us at 3 a.m.

When the world feels heavy,

When our body is tired.

And our soul whispers—“Why? What is the fu*#@%  point?”

In art.

In music.

In sport.

In love.

Career.

Life.

Perfection is a mirage.

Every time we think it’s close—

It shifts.

It moves.

It vanishes.

It’s a ghost we chase.

Chasing it makes us euphoric.

But the second we get—

The job.

The raise.

The girl, the boy.

The car.

The home.

The second we step back to admire our accomplishments and declare “Perfect. Thats it.”

We move the bar higher.

So what’s the fu*#@% point?

 I can guarantee. Perfection isn’t guaranteed. It’s not even real.

And thank whoever you want for that.

Because if it were “real”. Our story would end—

No reason to create.

No reason to love.

No reason to live.

So what’s the fu*#@% point?

All the massive mistakes that shape us.

And the moments that almost break us—

Disappointment.

Heartache.

Tragedy.

Pain.

Defeat.

Is the fu*#@%  point!