I've always been a fan of colloquial writing style (Bukowski, Palahnuik, Danielewski) but I've recently finished The myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus and fell in love with his rhetoric. I found that some of the points he made in his essays were thoughts that have crossed my mind in high school. Years ago I realized that we've become so accustomed to the habit of living; we don't actually think about it's purpose, we live through day-to-day horrors and for what? What profits do we achieve on this road called "life"? So what I'm ultimately trying to get at here is: What's your reason for living?