Existence

What’s the point?  To be more exact, what is the point of my existence?  I probably cannot say that there is “a” point, as in a singular reason for my existence.  And even if there is, I could probably not comprehend or articulate it.  I do have responsibilities on my plate, some chosen, others ontological.  Simply being a human being, made in the image of God, gives me responsibilities.  I am responsible to love God and love neighbor.  Being married with children, I am responsible to lead and provide for my family.  Being an employee, I am responsible to fulfill my duties as a costing analyst, to the best of my abilities. This list can be expanded, i.e., a son, a brother, a neighbor, etc.

So the underlying question is this, what do our chosen responsibilities reveal about what we believe to be important?  And what do we do when that mentality changes after we have made those choices?  What amount of effort or price do we pay to get out of those responsibilities, if we come to a place where priorities have shifted?  Our position in life as laypeople (as opposed to monastic), automatically sets us up for certain responsibilities/freedoms/structure.  It seems that the American culture is having a direct (and often unnoticed/unspoken) affect upon these.
In short, we must avoid allowing alien beliefs and practices to control who we are and what we do.  Our faith is nothing if it does not directly affect every area of our lives.