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I live because I am lucky enough to wake up alive each morning. Watch someone you love die, slowly, day by day... or even suddenly, without a moment's notice... for me, it has always been enough to know what they were missing, or what they would have regretted about ending their lives, if they could have told me. Life is just too goddamn precious to take for granted, no matter how crappy it may feel from moment to moment. The moments pass. As mixedmedia said, that IS life sometimes... the flux from up to down and back again... and just sitting it out, living it as it is.
On a related note, for me it's kinda like that saying "Even the worst day fishing is better than the best day at the office." Not that I'm a fisherman... but I also live because even the worst day alive for me, middle class and educated, is better than being alive but destitute and scraping by for one's existence, with no hope for a better future.
Even on the absolute shittiest days, I know that life has got to be worse for most of the people in the world (since much of the world's population lives at or below the poverty line)... and they still manage to get out of bed every day, even just for survival and to provide for their loved ones. I get to be so much more selfish than that, every day.
I live because I'm grateful that I am privileged enough to even *think* about these things... that I have time to sit and discuss them with other educated people... and that I have a house and food and plenty of choices in my life. How could I NOT get out of bed in the morning? To commit suicide when I am so lucky to have this life, would be like a big "fuck you" to most of the world... giving up the life that many of them would die (literally, crossing the desert border or shutting themselves in a cargo ship for weeks to cross the ocean) to have.
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And think not you can direct the course of Love;
for Love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
--Khalil Gibran
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