What is it that makes me strive on?
Could it be that I have something to live for?
Or could it be because I am forced, being chained by the hands of reality?
My mind not speak but my heart whispers.

I've been lead through life by a rope.
A rope with many knots.
It's a task I cannot solo, trying to untangle them all.
Oh how great people can be, espically ones who are close to me,
Their words of wisdom re-charge up my will power making life just a bit more easier.
My mind makes a clear path of what I should be doing.
My answer to my question has been solved.
That is why I strive on.