A very relevant question.
One I have often pondered on. What is that one (or maybe more than one) thing that is holding me back on this planet. What is making me want to live. Each day. With equal vigor (ok, except Mondays). And, I have not yet found an answer. The closest I have got to answering it is “my fascination of the ‘undiscovered’ in life”. But then, I am not even sure if this is the sole cause I am still living. Do you guys think of this? Or have gotten close to answering this?
Ah well, Fridays always mess up my mind and it keeps wandering in random directions. Day-dreaming.. I need a cure! not a complete one, but a partial cure will do for now.