Why do I bother fighting to live?

[“Without love, what is there to fight for?”] … Death, abandonment, and suffering; all these, while tragic, are inevitable. A thought has perpetually lingered within my mind; if such events are so tragic, why do people move forward? Why do they possess such motivation in the sense that they will move on, even in the event of a crisis? Countless hours of thinking to myself, laying on bed whilst staring at the ceiling— until I think of it. Why am I fighting? … Like everyone, I have suffered; I have lost or almost lost people who I love, I have been abandoned and left at my lowest, yet I keep living. To understand, I made a list. My parents, who have raised me and fed me My sister, who has always supported me and was there for me My Aunt and Uncle, who have showed me the world My friend, who has always made me laugh no matter what My friend, who has grown up with me and stayed My friend, who is silly and I will always be there for My friend, who I can talk to about anything and everything My friend, who talks to me about Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure and music theory For music, for poetry, for art For love. No matter what I go through, I love many; and they love me too. It now makes sense to me; that despite the unfortunate circumstances in my life, and in many others, we persist. Some may not even fight for themselves; they fight to look at the sun, to continue their hobbies, to be loved and to love; But no matter what? Keep fighting. I love you.