Despite the harshness of reality, what motivates you?
I can’t help any animals if I’m dead. That’s really all i have. But it’s quickly becoming not enough.
Family.
Kmmon! Let’s go to olive garden!
Gonna die eventually anyway, so might as well make the most of the time I have.
Music and drugs mostly, along with the hokey knowledge we are all star stuff and we are the universe experiencing itself.
Same 💜 Plus streaming shows and cats
Cat would have made the list a few years ago, sadly mine passed and I haven’t had to heart to get another yet, good choices :)
I understand completely. None of the cats I’ve had since Squeaky will ever take his place. He was my soulcat 💜
You too 💜
YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN BY RA TO SPREAD THE GLORY OF THE SUN IN THE DARKNESS
I’m too much of a coward to kill myself and do the world a favor and despite wishes haven’t yet dropped dead.
Same tee bee haitch
I trained my brain to be a happier person that brings joy to others so i get positivity back
But today horrors within my comprehension kept invading my daydreams so i listened to some happy music (for me thats mostly “jumpy” 16? bit music and absolutly no voice) to change my mindset to return to happyBut i wont claim i have some harsh life as i am a white european in europe with no need to check my balance before getting groceries
I just have selfmade? anxiety :'DJust bc you’re doing ok with physical things doesn’t mean the anxiety doesn’t exist. Don’t feel survivor’s guilt or something like that over having material things everyone should have at a bare minimum, please enjoy them. I hope your anxiety eases soon 💜
I don’t want my parents to find my body, that’s pretty much it
I focus on my own life, my dad, my other family and friends, work, volunteering. Lifting weights and exercising, gardening, cooking, playing games, watching sports.
A big part of it is having goals to work toward. Losing weight, learning new recipes, learning to be a better gardener. Cleaning up the house, making household repairs, and fixing up some electronics.
Lack of alternatives.
The worst people in the world right now are older than I am so if I keep going I will get to live to see the day they die. Sure, I won’t be around 100 years from now to see cryogenics fail and some janitor scraping elon muck out of a cryopod but I do wake up every day hopeful that one of them made their last headline.
One of them? C’mon, you can dream bigger. Even a dozen’s easy enough to rub a random lamp for.
There’s still stuff I enjoy doing, like seeing new places and cuddling my wife and dog. And there are too many people who would be happy to see me dead, and I refuse to give them the satisfaction
My pets, friends, and family
I’ve barely lived my life and I’m around half way through. There’s still too much for me to do and see. And people for me meet, my people now that I’ve got a better handle on who I am.
And not even all big cliché things like travel and love and financial stability and shit. But there’s also still music to listen to, movies and series to watch, games to play, books and comics to read.
Also, as a Sonic the Hedgehog child and Philip K. Dick and punk rock teen, days like these light a fire in me. It’s probably morbid but it kinda feels like I was born for days like these, which gives a sense of purpose and darker reason to exist.
Spite
