What if there was an obvious point for being alive?

As far as I can tell, there is no point to life, and although that seems depressing, when we look at the other option, it’s actually freeing.

I came up with this little thought experiment while reading White Noise, a novel where the characters are consumed with the fear of death. Think about what it would be like if all humans had a point to be alive that isn’t some philosophical deep stuff like “the point of life is to live” nah get that out of here. The actual point itself doesn’t matter, it just matters that there is one. For the sake of the experiment lets say that the point to living for all humans is to make cheese, and everyone agrees on this. Society is obviously not going to progress all that far and even if it does it will be cheese related. At first I thought that technology would be invented, even just for the sake of making cheese, but I don’t think any major advancement would ever be made. The only point of reproducing is to get more cheese makers, but now you have more people to feed, so why would you unless it was necessary. Consciousness is a hotly debated topic and whether we evolved to become self ware or the divine power gave it to us. If we did evolve to be conscious it was only to carry out more complex tasks, but a single purpose in life isn’t that complex. Who knows if these cheese makers could even think of something other than cheese. There’d be no tribes or villages, no society, life is just sleeping than making cheese, but hey now you have an objective purpose. Ignorance is bliss. Would we be better off with a purpose or is floundering in existential dread a worthy tradeoff?