Life can be messy. Life can be draining. Life just sucks sometimes. And it always feels like there is no hope.
I wonder "Why should I go on?" I ask "Does any of this matter?"
"Why should I get up in the morning and continue?"
My answer is this. I do get up in the morning and continue. Every day. Each morning some tragedy, personal or distant, hits me in the face. And the next day, I get up and face the day. Sometimes I stand, sometimes I fall. But every day I get up.
I do get up in the morning and continue. I do endure. I do persevere. Thus, there must be a reason. When more desperate options seem so appealing and easy, I don't take them. So there must be a reason.
Why should I get up in the morning and continue? Because I already am.
The key is to find the reason why.