Why do we all... get up in the morning? Why is it so bad to die? Why... WHY do we live on throught everything life throws at us?

I have a friend, and he is about the most awesome and crazy person I've ever met. And even though I don't know that much about him, or even know him that well, he is one of those I will miss the most when I move. Him being that crazy ass lunatic, well it makes my day so much better, every time I meet him.

Well, as mentioned, I don't really know that much about him. I know what my other friends have told me, and I know what he jokingly says himself. And him being... So happy-ish. So... crazy and joking and smiling as if he were to show ALL his teeth... that is, indeed, incredible. I look up to him in a way that is nearly impossible to describe. Because all he's been through, I have only the deepest respect for him, getting up every morning and facing the world in his... well crazy ass way really.

I can't help but wonder why though. I have never known anyone that killed themselves. I have never known...
What I have known, is a bunch of people that want to, and even a couple who've tried. Why does humans have this... constant need to live? I know we're made to reproduce and survive, but as emotions have evolved and all... why?

I think most people's goal in life is to find meaning. Is that what drives them? Another day, another search for meaning? Something that would make life worth the struggle?

If anyone have answers, I would be happy to hear it. What DOES get you up in the morning? Why DO you tolerate all the crap life throws at you? Simply cause you love your family? Or your job? Cat?

Tell me, I hunger to know.