I was asked last week what my reason to live was. I jokingly replied, "I don't have one." But, that question really made me think. What is my reason to live? If you asked that question to various people, you would get various answers. If you asked an old married couple, they'd say their spouse. Ask someone religious, they'd say their god. Ask a mother, she'd say her child. Ask a soldier, he'd say his country. Ask almost anyone and they'd have a reason. But me? What is my reason? What do I live for? Am I supposed to know the answer to this question or is it something I discover once I reach adulthood? Do I live for my family? No. Do I live for my friends? No. Do I live for myself? In a way, I suppose. But why live for myself if I don't know what myself lives for?