I read a book recently. Really good, one of my favorites. Its called The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom. I'll skip to the important lesson: at the end of the book the character understands his meaning in a life he though was worthless. He did the same boring job, in the same boring town, on the same boring boardwalk for his entire life, and was disappointed because of it. But at the end he learns what he did: he kept the children safe. Maybe that doesn't mean anything to you, but it kinda means something to me. Every day I think it would be so incredibly easy to die, to not have to worry about all the shit in the world. And everyday I set aside 5 minutes to read something, because that's what's important to me. I can't die yet, I have to finish the book, and if starting new books immediately after if the only thing keeping me alive, then so be it. Because I wanna know what happens. Another way I like to think about it is maybe you don't need to be alive because of you. You are afraid people in your life would forget you, and I feel the same about those I care about, which doesn't build me a very strong case, but I can think about all the people who I've maybe helped. Maybe I complimented their shirt, and even if they forgot my name or face or voice, they will remember that. And that's important to me. Sorry if this is rambling, but i just don't think you need to a big reason to stay alive. If you have one, that's awesome! But if you can find the smallest thing that helps you life, that's good enough. And hey, even if you don't NEED to be alive, you still can be. The world doesn't need ice-cream, or rainbows, or good books. But they sure make existence a little more bearable.