Every morning, you wake up to yet another day to do something even if procrastinating is all you've planned to do. Imagine if someday you don't have a reason anymore? A reason to wake up? A reason to face another day? A reason to appreciate life? A reason to be thankful for living? What then? Then you'll survive. It'll choke you, break you, hurt you, pain you but you'll still do. You'll do it until you can. Asking yourself the same question everyday, “Why am I doing it?” until death will come your way only to reply, “For me.” And then, being dead is the only thing you'll do. Happily.
