Without nipples, breasts would be pointless. How is that for not beating around the bush, I got straight to the point. When their compass broke, many of the sailors felt like there was no point in continuing, but the North star pointed their way. A point is a zero dimensional object, because it has no length, no width and no depth. Every time you point a finger at me, you are pointing three fingers back at yourself. Sometimes I feel like I am just going through the motions and there is no point in my life, but then I realize that life is about the journey, not the destination.
Update: After reading some of the other posts, it seems like I missed the whole point, well better luck next time.
Written for 11/3/18 Linda G. Hill’s ‘Life in progress’ Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is “point”.