Meaning.

He wondered what the point was,
after a day dealing with pain,
and sadness, and joy, and other people’s problems.
He had problems of his own.
The more he considered the question,
the more he doubted
that there was a point at all.
Nobody knew what they were talking about.
They invented powerful creatures
who were invisible,
but who promised eternal life
somewhere
he couldn’t touch or see.
They imagined origin stories
that contained alien travelers,
or who promised salvation
from the pain, and sadness,
and an end to the joy of living.
He wondered what the point was.
He awoke to the blackness of the night,
and sore joints,
and a heart that could stop beating
at any moment,
and fears and anxieties that stalked him
like a hunter in a forest.
He wondered what the point was.
When something made him smile,
it was always followed by something that made him frown.
He told himself
that all the death and destruction
was beyond his control.
But, still there was death and destruction.
When children died,
and evil triumphed,
he wondered what the point was.
Then, he held her close,
and touched her skin
with shaking hands,
and whispered that he cared for her,
more than he cared for himself,
and set aside the unanswerable question.
It no longer mattered what the point was.