So… What’s the Point Then?

Let’s be honest. If you came to this incarnation looking for one big, shiny, clearly-labelled “point,” you’re probably already disappointed—and possibly halfway through a bottle of red, screaming “WHY THOUGH?!” into the void.

But here’s the cosmic punchline:

There is no single point.

There are points. Plural. Poking at you. Nudging you. Occasionally dropkicking you into growth.

It’s not some grand climax of enlightenment with fireworks and a Spirit Airlines loyalty card.

It’s the weird, sacred middle bits.

It’s the micro-moments that stitch the soul together:

That instant you caught yourself mid-panic and chose to breathe instead of spiral.

That time you cracked a joke in the middle of your own heartbreak and realised—yep, still here.

That split second you said yes to love while your ego was shrieking, “Have you LOST YOUR DAMN MIND?!”

The “point” is being fully here. Not in some manicured, performative, Instagrammable version of life. But in your life. The chaotic, hilarious, gut-wrenching, magic-splattered, WTF-is-even-happening reality of being human.

It’s learning to:

Laugh at your patterns without turning them into personality flaws

Choose love when fear feels like a familiar old hoodie

Dance in the middle of grief like the song was written for your soul

Say yes even when your knees are shaking

Say no and feel the prison bars dissolve around you

And—eventually—peek behind the curtain and realise... it’s always been you.

Yep. You. The sacred clown. The cosmic misfit. The divine orchestrator with amnesia, rediscovering your power one bizarre moment at a time.

So the next time it feels like a dumpster fire?

Light a marshmallow. That’s still alchemy, baby.

And if you’re feeling called to dive deeper into your own sacred nonsense—with healing, guidance, or a cheeky reminder that you’re not alone on this wild ride—come visit www.living5d3d.com.

You’ll find books, shamanic consultations, and enough soul support to make even your shadow feel seen.

Stay weird.

Stay awake-ish.

And remember: especially when it hurts… you’re still the one holding the wand.