Why push on?

Why believe that you can get a job, when the market is so low?

Why bother to write, when all the literary agents are telling you, no?

Why try to run as fast as you can, even though you're not fast at all?

Why bother trying to help a friend, who does not care about you at all?

Why try to sing, when your voice has no melody?

Why try to grin, when you're not really happy?

Why try to learn, when they tell you, you're no good?

Why try to observe, when they call you a fool?

Why try to seek, when there's no clue on what's to be sought?

Why try to fight, when they claim that there's no battle to be fought?

Why, why, why Indeed?

Because, my friend...

It's the only true way to live,

and besides...

if you don't do it, who the bloody hell will?