Awww... just read from my cousin's blog about someone younger than myself left the world. Reminds me about how fragile life is, and how short it can be. Some people say, many people live for their goals. Everyone wants to accomplish something before he/she dies. So he/she mustn't die so easily (until they have done what they want to do).
Well, personally I think that isn't really as positive as it looks. So what really happens when you actually accomplish what you want, say by retirement. Time to die?
So what is a really good reason to live? Does living really need a reason?
Oh well... Just some thoughts... because I think many people (including myself) live for some specific goal.