Why is life worth living?

Wow, this is so morbid.

No matter where we come from or who we are, we share this common knowledge that life can never go the way we want it to, much less be perfect. But the funny thing is, we still continue to hope that it does. We never give up on that notion until the very last moment. This stubbornness, this strength, is what is worth living for. As tacky as it sounds...the immensity of our faith is something that we can never measure or fathom, and it's a miracle in itself. If we can still continue holding on to something so empty, who's to say we won't finally get what we want? (:

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