There is Always a Reason.
Today, I was playing my flute in the kitchen while my son watched some cartoons and played with his cars, and I thought: there is always a reason to keep going. Despite the state of the world today, my heart was full of joy and thanks. There is always something of value you can squeeze out of any moment, no matter what.
It reminds me of that famous story of Kahn's from King of the Hill. Paraphrased:
There once was a man being chased my man-eating tiger. While he was running, he fell of a cliff, but grabbed ahold of a branch. He looked down and saw another tiger. He knew that no matter what, he was going to die. He saw a wild strawberry growing from the cliff. He plucked it – he ate it; it was the sweetest strawberry he ever had.
Even in this moment, in the certainty of death a small amount of beauty was to be found. Really, death is always just as present as it is in the above story. You could die literally within the hour. No time but the present moment is ever promised to us.