"What's the point of life?" this guy Job asked

I've been like this guy, Job, for some time now. 
Depressed as some may say. 
Not fighting or arguing anymore, 
don't have strength for that kind of stuff. 
I've just been living as an aimlessly leaf fallen of a tree. 
Tonight I asked myself, what's the point of life. 
(Not suicidal, thank God. I am over that)
I mean really? I know; live, love, experience, all that good stuff. 
But, that's not it. At least that's not all. 
We ask ourselves this question many times in our lifetime: 
"What's the point of life?"
But I don't think we'll ever get the right answer
if we pretend that we know it
or try to hide our pain or questions
or even be defensive about what's happening
inside us.

I know that many will notice

what I have below is a chapter off the bible

and will not even glance at it, or 

perhaps you will

then leave it.

Thing is, this Job guy,

we are very much alike

He is a character that i can relate to

and just because he is in a book

that many people cross out immediately 

doesn't mean I have to judge him

because of the book he is in. 

I understand why many cross off the bible,

but this is not about that.

It's just me relating to this guy;

his pain and anger. 

After reading what he said, I felt close to someone

but also, that we all most go through 

dark tunnels in life,

some brought upon by life itself,

people before us, and us getting the consequences

or sometimes we ourselves

However it is that we got to these empty dark tunnels,

It sounds cheesy, but I believe with all of me

that there will be "light" at the end of the tunnel. 

There will be. There is.

and I won't stop walking.

Hopefully it helps someone other than me. 

Job 3

The Message (MSG)

Job Cries Out

What’s the Point of Life?

3 ^1-2 Then Job broke the silence. He spoke up and cursed his fate:

^3-10 “Obliterate the day I was born.
    Blank out the night I was conceived!
Let it be a black hole in space.
    May God above forget it ever happened.
    Erase it from the books!
May the day of my birth be buried in deep darkness,
    shrouded by the fog,
    swallowed by the night.
And the night of my conception—the devil take it!
    Rip the date off the calendar,
    delete it from the almanac.
Oh, turn that night into pure nothingness—
    no sounds of pleasure from that night, ever!
May those who are good at cursing curse that day.
    Unleash the sea beast, Leviathan, on it.
May its morning stars turn to black cinders,
    waiting for a daylight that never comes,
    never once seeing the first light of dawn.
And why? Because it released me from my mother’s womb
    into a life with so much trouble.

^11-19 “Why didn’t I die at birth,
    my first breath out of the womb my last?
Why were there arms to rock me,
    and breasts for me to drink from?
I could be resting in peace right now,
    asleep forever, feeling no pain,
In the company of kings and statesmen
    in their royal ruins,
Or with princes resplendent
    in their gold and silver tombs.
Why wasn’t I stillborn and buried
    with all the babies who never saw light,
Where the wicked no longer trouble anyone
    and bone-weary people get a long-deserved rest?
Prisoners sleep undisturbed,
    never again to wake up to the bark of the guards.
The small and the great are equals in that place,
    and slaves are free from their masters.

^20-23 “Why does God bother giving light to the miserable,
    why bother keeping bitter people alive,
Those who want in the worst way to die, and can’t,
    who can’t imagine anything better than death,
Who count the day of their death and burial
    the happiest day of their life?
What’s the point of life when it doesn’t make sense,
    when God blocks all the roads to meaning?

^24-26 “Instead of bread I get groans for my supper,
    then leave the table and vomit my anguish.
The worst of my fears has come true,
    what I’ve dreaded most has happened.
My repose is shattered, my peace destroyed.
    No rest for me, ever—death has invaded life.”