What's the point?

So what is the point of life? Everybody thinks about it. If there's no point, then why do we try so hard? Is it merely to survive? Is that what we're living for? If so, regardless of how successful we are from day to day, we'll eventually lose the battle of survival. I haven't met a person yet who knows how to stop their body from one day ending. No, there has to be more.
As for me, I know I often make something the point that I discover (or often already know deep down inside) isn't the point at all. But then, it seems pointless if the point of life is simply (and I use that word loosely) to find out what the point is. Or perhaps redundant.
Well, if you're waiting for me to tell you what is the point of life, I'm not telling. First of all, seeking it out is (at least) half the journey. Secondly, I haven't figured out how to live the little bit I've figured out, myself (and I believe it must be lived because, while the point may be the point, since it's the point of life it seems to me that you can't truly find it without living it).
However, I do know it has something to do with two little things that you might do well to keep in mind:

1. It's no coincidence that the word "living" is nearly "loving" or "giving"--they all share identity.
2. Study the galaxies and you'll have to seriously reconsider how big you really are in the scheme of things. I've learned through trial and error (but more through the latter than the former) that there's a lot of things I have no control over. Like gravity. I fall every time. And I haven't yet figured out how to just fly. Or decrease my gravitational weight. Or pull Jupiter out of its orbit. It's probably best I don't know how to do that, though. I have a feeling that would throw a lot of things off, Earth being the most relevant. So, the question is that if I don't hold it all together (be thankful), who does? And what does that have to do with the point of life?

That's precisely my point: Everything.