Why Do We Live

The title is the only question, I wanted to know as I grew old.

Why do we live?

Why do we want to live?

Why we are doing things just for our living?

Basically, I don't have the perfect answer.

Life goes on with unexpected twists.

Up and down, up and down, up and down

Like a rollercoaster...

But I do have an answer at least, it satisfies me in all the criteria of my life.

People have cravings to make everybody suffer because of them.

People have some intentions to make everybody disturbed from their talks and their behaviours.

People never understand someone's pain until and unless they feel that same feeling.

We are also one of them 

In some situations, we also love these things to do with some people, we don't like or have hatred feelings for those people.