Meaningless

All our lives we accumulate.
Accumulate people and relationships
Accumulate desires
Accumulate emotions
Accumulate possessions
Accumulate ill will
Accumulate joys and sorrows.
All our lives we hoard.
Hoard necessities
Hoard needs and wants
Hoard even what we don't need and want
Hoard friends, hoard enemies
Hoard what is there
And yearn to hoard more
And then in a stray, inconsequential moment
When least expected and least wanted
The point strikes home
What was the point anyway???