What's the point?

Sometimes, I wonder...what's the point?

What's the point of helping people, if they won't acknowledge you or if they openly scorn you? What's the point of working toward something when so many others want it? What's the point of doing things if they have to be done a certain way? What's the point of doing anything if it doesn't make your life better? What's the point of dreaming if you're forced to, eventually, wake up? What's the point of speaking when you know that the wrong people will listen?

Seriously, what's the point?