What is the point?

What is the point of life, if everything we are told it should be turns out to be a lie?
Here [in the united states] we are told that any one of us can grow up to be a doctor, famous scientist, lawyer, movie star, or the president. Our parents tell us money doesn't buy happiness, but then we are conditioned to find pleasure in material wealth (which requires money). We work hard, because we were told that hard work will bring results, but then someone else is promoted to the position we deserve to have, because we've worked harder for it; or we are treated as though our hard work isn't worth much because they can always find someone else more desperate for fame and fortune, to do it for less. We realize that hard work often means missing out on pleasure, but we are conditioned to think that if we work harder, we can get to a point where we can enjoy the fruits of our labour. But this is a rare result for the average individual. Loved ones get sick, children need school supplies vacation time is disrupted by work demands on the other end of the ever present cell phone. We forget to take time for our self. We wonder about how our elders always talk about the good old days, but as it turns out, the truth is, there never was a 'good old days'. Look back at any point in human history and you will see it was fraught with human suffering and disaster. So how is it that we carry on? As it turns out the memory is designed to better retain the happy memories and let go of the sad ones (sorry I don't have a source for this at the moment). Perhaps this is because it makes growing old and dying easier. The more you remember the nice times, the easier it is to go peacefully when it's time, and before going, the more happy hopeful tales you'll be able to pass down to new generations. Even when remembering hard times, the funny joyous bits tend to stick out most.
Now, if we are clearly designed to feel pleasure, hope, joy and optimism, why is it so scarce? Perhaps, because we spend so much time being made to feel guilty for not fulfilling OTHER people's dreams/expectations for us. Most religions require us to almost seek out hardship, with this idea that self punishment will essentially be rewarded with a heavenly kingdom.
Now I personally do believe in some sort of higher energy, but I do not believe in suffering to earn heaven nonsense. If there is a god, it would make no sense for us to waste the gift of being able to feel pleasure, that is like saying, "fuck your gift god". In addition the idea that we are this god's main focus of attention, is also quite ridiculous. Um... Wouldn't he/she have an entire universe to worry about? Of course! And we are tiny in that universe.

Now, suppose there had never been any religion anywhere in the world, these ideas of duty and ideas of our grandiosity in the universe would also not exist. Our role in this universe is really quite minuscule. So, if we are just a blip in this giant universe, what is our purpose, what is the point for us being here? How can we find joy and satisfaction if we have no point? If we do not matter? Right?
Well, that's just it, it doesn't matter, and since it doesn't matter in the whole grand scheme of the universe, we can and SHOULD do whatever brings us joy and satisfaction in life (excluding anything cruel or harmful to others of course)
If all we have, is from the moment we are conceived, until the moment we expire, why shouldn't we make our pleasure our priority?

Unfortunately even if you are atheist, you have still been taught that you need to consider other peoples desires for your life. Jobs guilt us into thinking we need to remain loyal to a company that doesn't even appreciate us. We feel guilty for not fulfilling our parents' dreams and goals for us (likely hold overs from religious conditioning in society over centuries, regardless of the individuals beliefs or non beliefs).

The point to life, is to fill it with all the things that bring you pleasure and satisfaction.
There is no sense fretting or crying over what is out of one's control. Sad things happen, but if there's nothing you can do to change a sad thing, don't give it too much thought.
A perfect example of this, is a typical Haitian funeral. It lasts an entire day. In the morning you go to the funeral service, followed by the trip to the graveyard, everyone is crying and sad, people cling to the coffin, and you'd think they would die themselves, this is then followed by a gathering with food, and music, and happy tales and memories of the deceased, this pretty much turns into a big party with everyone joking and laughing and dancing to music and then when everyone's in a joyous mood, they pack the party up and go to their homes. Of course they are sad for their loss, but even the funeral is a celebration.

Every event should be approached that way. Sometimes things go badly, but it just means other things will go wonderfully.
More than anything in this world, aim to fill it with your joy.