Even if it Makes No Sense

I've been reading a lot of books regarding death and the afterlife. And yet, in most of them, they focus so much on how the life you live affects most of what happens in the afterlife. Everything seems so isolated and lonely. You face your own fears, judge your own flaws, and reevaluate your own morals. There is no objective third party to evaluate you and mark you off as passing or failing.

Every action in life has a purpose. Every event in life has a reason behind it. If logic was what we all ran on, then this world would have no meaning. I mean if God Himself was "logical", why would He put us on this world to face happiness and suffering. Wouldn't it make more sense to "save the trouble" and give everything to us easily?

I know it's all a journey and there's meaning to it, but sometimes there's this thing in the back of my mind saying "what's the point?". This journey to learn, become stronger, to gain wisdom; all for what purpose?

We are either very wise, or very niave. I mean these things that we cling to: culture, tradition, family. In all honesty, they don't make sense. We are so sentimental that we can't let go of what we are used to. Many things we do are, in a sense, driven by fear. Fear of the unknown. So we seek comfort in what is familiar [as small as that thing may be], even if it makes no sense.