What is the point?

How art helps with grief and feeling of pointlessness.

Everyone’s path in grief is different, and mine usually leads to feelings and thoughts of pointlessness. What point is there to create a career if the end point is death or worse suffering? What point is there to have goals, go to school, make friends, be healthy or stretch your comfort zone, if all things end in pain anyway? What is the point in doing anything?

Grief is a fickle guest, popping up for tea in the most inconvenient of times. It has a tendency to find you in your darkest hour. It feels like getting beat up even though you are already helplessly bleeding on the ground. Finding meaning in this suffering seems excruciating.

However, art has helped me to look at my sorrow differently. It makes me ask the altering question: What is the point of art?

Art seems to be void of any rational meaning. It just is. And by just being, it still proceeded to create a world beyond our rational sensibilities, full of meaning, emotions, and depth. Art reminds me that there need not be a point, but there can be meaning – a meaning of my own choosing.

Art reaches into our fundamental elements: what we like, don’t like, what experiences we have, don’t have, what values we deem important. Therefore, by giving meaning to a piece of art, we learn who we are.

The same can be said for other pieces of our lives, whether it be about career, goals, social life or life in general – we are free to anchor them in any point we choose to.

Grief is much like a reset button. It should come with a warning:

“Grief will automatically press and hold the RESET button for an elongated time of its choosing. After you will reboot, your entire life will be displayed for revaluation.”

However, rebooting, even though unbearable at times, can have its blessings. When something feels pointless, I choose to step closer to the canvas and give it a new meaning –

or leave it hanging with no meaning at all. 

With a meaningful hug,