I think inside each of our hearts...we're trying with all our might to find it on our own...the reason we were born. Because really...there might not be anyone who was born with a reason. I think that everyone might have to find one on their own. A reason for being born... A reason that it's okay to be alive... A reason to exist. I think everyone might have to find it themselves...and decide for themselves. It could be your dreams...your job...or a person. ...The reason you're looking for...might be vague, unclear...and uncertain. And you might lose it. But as long as you're alive...you have to keep searching for that reason.