Even love and sex aren't really the point of life.
To be happy we need to placate our survival mechanisms sustainably; all that means is being able to keep a stable stream of neurotransmitters like serotonin and dopamine. Obviously we have a faulty neural system due to lack of things like cuddles, sex and similar things that stimulate the release of these chemicals. It makes everything harder.
There honestly isn't any point to life imo even for sexhavers, it's just that they're content due to having stable neurotransmitters, whereas we are not. The best course of action is to look into the nearest substitute for real romance which is the development of AI wives and virtual worlds that allow us to satisfy our base impulses that this postmodern reality prohibits us from satisfying (see Ted Kaczynski's theory on power processes as to why we aren't satisfied despite living in times of relative decadence).
At the very least if we're unable to experience the real thing we might as well gun for the next best alternative; for a world wherein we are accepted. The sooner we reach lifelike virtual reality and the obsolescence of all humankind the better, at least for incels.