The point of living is not to be happy. If it were, then it would not be a universal truth that suffering is woven into the very fabric of life. But of course, suffering is not as arbitrary as it may appear. Pain, no matter how great or small, exists to send you a message. When you experience hunger pangs, you get the message to find food. When you put your hand on a hot stove, you get the message to remove it. When you experience psychological pain, it means some condition of your life isn't right and you need to take steps to change it. One can always mitigate suffering, but pain can never be done away with entirely; it will plague you and everyone else every moment of your existence. A big part of overcoming its downward pull is by simply accepting this as fact, in accordance with the central tenants of Buddhism and the Christian prescription to "pick up your cross." It is no coincidence that both religions have instruments of torture as the primary symbols of their faith.

As far as the "point" of your life, no one can tell you that. In a way, no one's individual life has any "point." After all, how many animals exist only to be food sources for other animals? How many millions of organisms do you murder each time you take a step or a breath or swallow? How many people die in senseless accidents every day? Life feeds on life and life exists only for its own sake. It enfolds and expands beyond you, and I would say that the true point of life is to stand in awe of that, to know that life only feels painful because you view yourself through much too small a lens, because you see yourself as a separate being rather than a miniscule atom in a much larger, all-encompassing being.