I have this strange little game I play with myself, and I don’t even know when it started.
When I’m walking on the side of the road and a car is about to pass, I find myself adjusting my stride. I have to time it just right, so my foot doesn’t land on the pavement at the exact same moment it’s parallel with the car’s tire.
It’s a completely unconscious thing most of the time. It serves no purpose. There is no logic to it.
But it feels… right.
Someone might see me do my little stutter-step and ask, “Why did you do that? What’s the point?” And honestly, I don’t have a good answer. And that’s the whole point.
We live in a world that asks for reasons. We’re expected to explain our choices, our hobbies, our passions. We’re supposed to be productive, to have goals, to make sense. If we spend time on something that doesn’t build a skill or make us money, we can feel a little guilty.
But your joy is not a business plan. It doesn’t need a mission statement.
The feeling is the reason.
The warmth you get from that first sip of coffee in the morning? That’s the point. The quiet peace you feel when you’re just sitting by a window? That’s the point. The tiny, unexplainable victory of timing your step perfectly with a passing car? That is the entire point.
We spend so much time in our heads, trying to analyze and justify everything. But some of the most beautiful parts of being human live in the heart, and the heart doesn’t speak in spreadsheets or logical arguments. It speaks in feelings. In moments. In a quiet sense of “this is good.”
So the next time you find yourself doing your own small, “pointless” thing that makes you happy, don’t question it. Don’t try to make it make sense.
Just let it be what it is: a moment of peace. A spark of joy.
And that is more than enough.
