I was asked, "What keeps you alive?" and sure enough my answer was, "Foods!" 

WRONG!

It is wrong for me (and for everyone). This epiphany I am having right now, it was the person dearest to the heart who was keeping me alive. Just presence of the person alone made me aware of the directions I should be going to. I had all the motivation in the world to be alive and to pursue the dreams, the goals, short and long. The thought of the future with the person alone made my days. I woke up and I could feel the positive energy in the room. At the end of the all-day work day, I crashed the bed with a smile. The nights were so serene, so peaceful, looking much forward to the day after.

What happens when the person who is everything to you ceases to exist?

Before you read on, Here... 10 seconds for you to pause and answer.

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Everything in your life ceases to exist too.

Slowly you get eaten alive by the mere absence of the person you were living for. You start questioning your day-to-day activities, why doing this, why doing that and for whom. Nothing makes much sense anymore. What you do and what you don't do, don't really matter. You constantly have to remind yourself that you are doing it all for yourself, for the future of a one-man show or perhaps for the many familial others.

You are scrambling to have something to hold on to. You want to hope. You want to be alive and to live.