The thought that I might eventuelly find someone who I can share my life with and I would share hers.

I DON'T KNOW

Inertia, stopping everything and giving up would require slightly more emotional labor than the status quo.

Sheer fucking will? A night of sleep? LSD? I dunno.

Fear of death

Love for my family and friends, mostly. Aside from that, spite for the things that want me dead.

My wife and my son, my hobbies, and also Bob's Burgers, Psych and Community.

I, like most of us on Lemmy, live a better life than almost the entirety of the rest of human history.

Life is full of wonders and joy and there's so much more to enjoy!

Pure stubborness and a fear of death.

My continued existence pisses off fascists.

I'm vegan, non-binary (with dyed hair), car-free, a member of a linguistic minority, poor, and many other things that make conservatives think the world would be better off without me. I strive to survive mostly to spite these fuckers.

Basically nothing. But like I'm gonna die eventually, why try to rush to the finish line?

My wife. I love spending time with her. She's my whole world.

Legs.

Adenosine triphosphate

Curious what I might see next.

Coffee and cigarettes 😁

Nicotine and spite.

Surprise. Fear and surprise. And ruthless efficiency.

Caffeine these days.

If nothing else, my family. I don't have a good sense of the future or life goals, so I keep myself moving by setting small goals. Plans to bake something, working on a painting, just little things around the home.

Because this is the only ride in town, might as well buy a ticket.

Coffee. Scary amounts of it.

My pets. They deserve the best. They're all so spoiled.

Nicotine, pain killers, a laughable disability payment...

...and a furious, blinding rage at the inequity of modern terminal stage capitalism that has doomed our planet to ecocide and most of its inhabitants into petty, self-centered, egotistical and ignorant caricatures of human beings...

...which has mostly congealed and calcified into some kind of mixture of contempt and spite that is either the basis of, or what I can erroneously yet convincingly present to myself and others as the basis of my identity, self-worth and sense of humor, concluding that merely surviving as long as I can, and pursuing that which I enjoy which requires next to 0 monetary expenditure, is the meek and feeble yet largest middle finger I can personally raise toward all who pursue wealth accumulation, or enable those who do.

A lack of alternatives. The only option is to get up and go to work.

games, anime, programming, music and lemmy

Music, dog.

Dietary fiber.

Spite of all the people who want me dead or want to see me fail

I'm not even being sarcastic

I’m too wimpy to kill myself.

Metabolism mostly. Kinda glommed into a listlessness of not knowing what I'm doing with my life in a professional sense.

Landlord demands rent so I have to keep working to pay it

The people I have chosen to spend my days with. My spouse, my child, a few friends. And also daydreaming about vacation...specifically vacationing with all of those people. That would be incredible.

what keeps the water going while it makes its journey from the Alps to the sea?

Waiting for the day we finally and collectively eat the rich.

Pure spite towards my depression

I guess I don't have anything better to do?

The processes by which my body produces energy and keeps going haven't stopped functioning yet.

Humanity has limitless stories to tell, and a lifetime of stories to experience already. There's a lot I want to hear about~

Mornings are pretty nice.

Just good ass coffee

Figuratively: my family Literally: caffeine and sugar

Caffeine and revolution /s

In all seriousness its art, history, and books. Human expression is all very fascinating to me and I am excited to continue learning about it

I really like learning things and every day I'm here, I have the opportunity to learn more.

Not asking that question

No serious health problems and make enough money to not be homeless and have minor luxuries.

As soon as I get cancer or some serious health issue, or about to be homeless, c'est la vie and good fucking riddance.

Family (including my cats), curiosity, caffeine, food, my living instinct.

Blåhajar

The orphan crushing machine

I'm too fucking lazy to kill myself, that's what.

I've started blogging about videogames. So I'm just enjoying writing about stuff and looking forward to my posts on Wednesdays. No one reads it but it's nice to write my thoughts down about games that I play.

The next chapter of The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really Love You

Edit

On any other day:

When a new chapter gets released:

I like reading books, having meals with my spouse, seeing friends, listening to music, dabbling with my hobbies, and petting our cat.

Oh; and drugs

Lisa needs braces.

The next Warframe expansion

The delusion that the world will inevitably turn out fine, despite occasionally saying the opposite. That, and the massive amount of stuff I still wanna do (games to play) and experiences to be had (music to be listened to, shows to be watched, computer mumbo jumbo to be learned)

KREBS cycle and curiosity

Sunsets and sunrises; a butterfly. Watching deer walk. The hope of a healthier, happier, world for everyone.

Weed

The self-destructive voice is a liar. We do not listen to them.

Legs

Video games, tbh. Absolutely love it when a new, good FPS drops.

My family and my dream as cliched as it sounds

Anti-depressants.

Whatever it was, I forgot what it was today

Providing for my family.

3 Things: My Cat Billy Joel And my Programming

You're looking at it.

Death being the most boring shit I can possibly imagine is pretty high on the list.

Video Games, friends and my dream of buying a sailboat someday to sail around the world.

gaming,developing sites,lemmy,discord,etc

Bees¹, birds², leaves, oat milk, new jokes, hateful music, ugliness of a dead body, desire³, spite⁴, sonder...

¹Inheritance Cycle reference

²Coots and seagulls and crows

³What you desire is what you lose in death, because your dead.

⁴Pick someone dead you don't like and laugh that you're alive and they have to decompose.