I would think that there are many things that give me hope: Family, Friends, love. Giving me purpose; a will to this otherwise empty soul. Unfortunatly, each are either untrue or able to be proven wrong. All we can both live and not live without. For some unfotunatly, including myself, it is a false hope built to try and hold us connected to the thread of life while we continuously roam in search of a purpose. Weather apart of a fabled grand scheme of life or not, I just dont get one thing: what is it that truly ties me to this thing we call reality? What is my purpose..? That is the only thing that stops me from pulling the plug on life. But... if that is so, could that.. be my purpose..? I just dont get it..