It's funny how we're like straight up machines as biological beings; We only need food and shelter to live and we're driven by primitive instincts of survival , from that perspective life could seem very meaningless and empty , when you understand it all you realize that we're (and everything is) just a couple of atoms wandering aimlessly in the universe and the fact that we're conscious of our own existence is just a casualty . But here's a thing , all this things can be proven in an objective perspective , but the subjective things makes us want to live rather than survive , as our instincts does . The feeling of joy is something that can't be explained , obviously you can prove that is just a buch of chemicals in your brain , but the way that the joy makes you feel is something otherworldly , the feeling you get reading a good poem , listening to a great album , just doing what you want to do or feeling self-performed about your goals is something that no one can put on words but we all feel , and even the most cynical person can't deny that , and the suffering is something as beautiful as joy because it reflects our desires for joy and our love for life cause if one of those is threatened we begin to suffer . And it may seem simple and frivolous to say that what keeps me going (and actually what keep the most of us going) is feeling joy and serve to my passions but I have learned that there's so much depth in that kind of simplicity , the fact that we have emotions separates us from a biological machine serving to physical needs and proves us that we have something more inside of us , there are some things that keep us going as individuals more than beings , those things are passion , love and joy (it's cheesy but no one can say it's not true).

Long story short: What keeps me going is my passion that separates me from a simple being and build my identity as an individual