The questioning of existence is sometimes unnecessary and sometimes necessary.
In between there is life, but all the time in between you feel some kind of deprivation.
The feeling of deprivation, the feeling that binds you to life with cotton threads...
So;
Wait for it till you can stand...
Sing a song, dance to the morning sun, while you feel that.
They won't work but you will be forced to the something
That's your cotton thread...