Why Persist?

Setting: Outside a Mcdonald's parking lot on a cliff. 

It goes like this: 

One another we observed the absurdity of the continuing persistence that is living. I, supposedly, more than him. Before, my aunt preached the doctrine of the Bible to assist. My mother brought next comparison of my situation toward genuinely tragic livelihoods. Lastly, I met the cold indifference of those whom I've exhausted their care, through pity and sorrow, for I. Now, here, at this moment after remedies, I am acknowledged. 

Episodes of lunacy subside and pervasive solitude no longer invades the moments present and non-. He speaks of tragedy, yet does not compare. Holding my hand he tells of divine conquest. Struggle too. Yet does not enforce. However, still ignorant, I ask:

"Why anything?" a silence is invited. 

He responds:

"Why not?"