Having an amazing breakfast somewhere down South (eclair to go for later), and thought of this poem: https://youtu.be/W-vdPkESLZs
In my view, the point of life—or one of them since purposes always depend on contexts—is to learn to have experiences like this more and more often—to feel the magic.
When you do that you become food for others, and since everyone is hungry, this is one of the best paths of service.