whats the point of life

idk nowadays but life doesnt seem to have a point i just lay on my bed just reflecting on thousands of thoughts about what ifs and just random shits maybe sometimes song lyrics, thinking about my marks, my relationships with my friends and family, my attitude, my behaviour, my past, there is so much to think of, so much to care about but when there is so much then it all just dont seem to have a point like i ask why so much thinking when i have to die one day but then i start thinking about that, i wish there was a switch off button for thinking in my brain and just chill without anything in my mind, i want an escape idk what to do with my life i would love to know if someone else also feels the same, its always just my laptop, my phone, and me being surrounded by books. Rn even while writing this i cant find words to explain this to another person its just so messed up in my brain so many thoughts its hard to control, i cant focus on one thing properly, one thing leads to another do i have some sort of disorder? i dont really think so but maybe but somehow things make sense in my head but just couldnt write it.