What makes your life worth living?

Inspiration from English class.

What makes life worth living? It’s
Hard for me to say.
At
Times I wonder, is
Mine?
All this effort, the chaos that goes on in my head. Clutter.
Kerfuffle.
Everything is temporary, an illusion.
Sometimes I feel like
Life
Is a
Farce. My rabbis call it a test so we can obtain
Elevation, but I think that life is just
Waiting to die. Does anything make this challenge worth it?
Oftentimes this is what I think about as I
Reminisce. I spend a lot of
Time remembering. More time than I spend experiencing. Is this what
Hell is going to be?
Love doesn’t exist for me. Well,
It does, but not in the way I want it to. I’m not what I seem to be. The pretty,
Vivacious girl everyone thinks
I am.
Nonexistant. An image I created. Will the world be a better place when this farce is
Gone?