A Reason For Living

What is my reason for living?

Does anyone wonder that? What is the reason we bother to get up in the morning? Whether we truly know the reason or not, there is always something that keeps us going. Such as friends, family, etc.

Mine would definitely be my friends. I had never put the pieces together before that it was my friends who quieted the sadness and put a real, genuine smile on my face that on other days wouldn't have seen the light of day. When I'm alone...I think. I think a lot, and mostly about things that make me sad. I've suffered from depression since I was 5, but I never understood why it was never such a huge issue.

It wasn't until my mother and I had a conversation about weaknesses, and how most of my friends have their bf/gf's as their weakness or a number of really bad things, but mine has always been my friends. I never thought about it before to be honest.

It's my friends who most inspire my music, who have been there for me threw the thick and the thin and who I've shared the best times of my life with.

So, what/who is your reason for living?