What happens when we forget that we all are given a life -- 24 hours each day No questions asked -- but lose the very interest in life that we all are born with, often slowly or other times due to serious upheavals in life?

It has not happened to me during my eight decades with many ups and downs (example: three times everything I'd possessed I lost moving from country to another) but it was not because 'I was a fighter' or 'worked hard' or 'told myself get over' or even wanted to be a Good human/citizen/neighbor etc. I believe it has been because I had the same desire that ALL of us are born with: interest in the 'magic' of life that helps helps us go Beyond the survival mode.

World Health Org defines depression as losing interest and pleasure. Strange definition, isn't it? you may call it The Reason to live, or finding Purpose in life as thinkers and psychologists and others have defined it. Patrick Hill of the Washington State Univ at St Louis has a lab devoted to understanding its role. He says stuff like: This new year Make No Resolutions! We all once knew life was interesting as a toddler. Along the way we lost our path. The way back is to stay in touch with the gifts we all were given: curiosity/wonder, play, friends.

Once we have a Reason/Purpose in what WE want to do with our time here-on-earth we're set to go...falling now and then but rise again just like the toddler.