Love can't tell me I'm alive, that's just need; but the pain of love tells me every reason for living.
There is something you don't like, something you are sure you don't like. You have not liked it for so long that it feels like the embers of your being cry out for its head. One problem, you can't remember why you don't like it. Its a new year, the Back to the Future Part II year. Why not give whatever that is a chance, its February and years go by fast; changing habits is hard. Except for the habit of changing habits... beat built in complacency at its root.
A lifetime is something everyone has; through vastly different in experiences and length.