Why is my heart beating? Why are my lungs heaving up and down? Why do I see? Why do I move? Why do I live?
Do I live because I have to. No. I live because I want to.
Hope is the oxygen for life. It is hope that runs in our blood, and that keeps us alive. Imagine a day when you have nothing to do, nowhere to go. No future ahead of you. What would you do in a situation like this?
Some of us slit our wrists while most of us continue to live in solitude. It's the will-power to live that can take us places - so what if we are alone.
Know that you have to live - for some cause. For some expectation. The will-power will take us through. One will live only if one wills to do so.
It's really not a coincidence that 'living' and 'willing' sound so similar...