A Hand On The Other Side.

What is it that makes me strive on? Could it be that I have something to live for? Or could it be because I am forced, being chained by the hands of reality? My mind not speak but my heart whispers. I've been lead through life by a rope. A rope with many knots. It's a task I cannot solo, trying to untangle them all. Oh how great people can be, espically ones who are close to me, Their words of wisdom re-charge up my will power making life just a bit more easier. My mind makes a clear path of what I should be doing. My answer to my question has been solved. That is why I strive on.