What's the Point of Being Alive?

I often can't find a reason to get out of bed in the morning. I struggle to do anything. The white light of despair instead renders me inert and apathetic. It's exhaust it gets old so fast listening to the elaborate prose of your brain tell you that you're an idiot for even trying. When the game is being played, it feels like it will never end. You keep going. And then one day the air a bit warmer, and the sky is not so blindingly bright. There are sycamore trees alive to day that date back more than 300 years,. trees that are older than your nation.