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Life is strength - you live, you affect your world.
The way I see it, you get one shot at existence. Whether your life is terrible or heavenly, it is the only one you have, the only chance you will ever be given to experience what life is. Is oblivion really preferable to suffering? It is hard to convey the meaning of death through words - I could say that you would cease the exist or other such obvious things and the feeling would not really be conveyed - it's more of a eureka moment, I suspect. But death - death is forever. Never feeling, never thinking, for the rest of eternity. It is a truly terrible fate.
Why does a tree live? Why is this planet full to the brim with life? Life that will eventually be ended, one way or another, without making a lasting impression on the universe at large. In the greater scheme of things, lives are unimportant, insignificant, and ultimately meaningless. Any finite quantity, when compared against the infinity of time, is equivalent to zero - our mark, the existence of mankind itself, will eventually be erased, and then it would be as if we had never existed.
So why live? I say because I can. A tree does nothing but grow and reproduce. I do not need to even do that - if I can just grow I will be content. To continue to learn and improve myself is all I ask. Sure, when I die, I will have accomplished nothing in the long run, but I'd have lived the way I thought appropriate, and that is all I can ask for.
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Sure I have a heart; it's floating in a jar in my closet, along with my tonsils, my appendix, and all of the other useless organs I ripped out.
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