What's the reason?

What’s the reason for living? To pursue a life long journey that ends only when we see fit that we met our required desires. All of us must push our way through the pain and agony of life that tortures us from limb to limb, but for most of us we end up living a dark and detained life, scared of the reality of things. Like battle wounds, love leaves behind a deeper scar that we can’t see but most definitely feel with every passing second we breathe. And so the torturing continues from your limbs to the very center of your heart. It hurts so much it makes you regurgitate any taste of confidence that you might have had left to face the world. Your mind runs wild with panic and fear that you lose yourself completely. Not knowing if the path laid before is the right one, or a fake one used to veer your sight from where you really want to be. And after falling for so long you start to wonder if you’ll be able to pick yourself back up again and start fresh. You think of your mistakes in life and with the utmost intensity you make sure they never happen again. But like the blade of a knife piercing human flesh, leaving the bloody proof that it had been there, you cannot change what you have done and the disasters caused by it are still relevant.