How often is it that you remember the good memories, compared to the
horrifying, humiliating, saddening or even awkward recounts? Do we live to
relive happiness, or are we driven by fear? What is it that stops us from
silencing ourselves, ending our supposed pain?

Fear. We are not certain of what
we have never seen. "This could be my only chance to live." If it was our only
life, it would be the time to leave the certainties behind and create more, not
for others, but you. It is torturous for human instinct to leave selfishness,
but it is not impossible. A reason is always needed; there is nothing based on
randomness. Things cannot be laughed off casually, because humans want a reason,
yet reasons are not necessarily spoken in words.