Why does there have to be a point? I'm living, so I breathe. I like some food so I eat it. I work to make money to buy the food I like and to pay the mortgage on the house I like and I have hobbies I enjoy doing.

There may not be a "point" but there are choices and some are more pleasant than others. I prefer warm showers to cold ones, clean sheets to smelly, rumbled ones.

I want to die in clean sheets;
Sun-dried, cotton flannel, warm.
I want to die at suppertime;
When laughing voices fill the house
With love and scents of fresh-baked bread and roasted meat
Waft gently out the windows of my soul.
I want to die cheerfully;
Good naturedly, calmly, pleasantly,
With a smile on my face and in my heart.
I want to live as I would die;
Willing to help, to comfort,
To cook, to garden, to read, to write,
To give and be given to.

That's the point?