In life, we can find the resources to make something for ourselves if we scrounge hard enough, but there's no ultimate goal provided to us. We have to make a conscious decision to create that goal. If we don't, nothing we do has purpose.

It's infinitely easier to just not play the game, but that is a waste of potential. Life is full of hardship, disappointment, and misery. Conversely, life is also rich with happiness and beauty when things are working out for us. Happiness is said to be "pursued" for a reason. It's not something that is owed to us, nor is it something we are guaranteed to get. What must be weighed is the cost of continuing the pursuit versus the potential outcome.

I noticed lately that I've lost sight of my goal in life. I'm living one day at a time, and I find it strange to consider what exactly it is I'm living for. Do I have an ultimate purpose? Do I have an end to achieve?

I think I need to find something to inspire me to continue. I don't know what that is, but I should go out and find it. No one was meant to just "exist." Everyone currently living must have something keeping them here, some ties that bind them to the struggle of survival, something that drives them onwards in the face of despair.

I need to find a reason to live. I used to live for others, but that part of me has died.

I neglected my own life for far too long.

I need to live for myself.