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.

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

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.

Adenosine triphosphate

Legs.

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

Curious what I might see next.

Coffee and cigarettes 😁

Nicotine and spite.

Surprise. Fear and surprise. And ruthless efficiency.

Coffee. Scary amounts of it.

Caffeine these days.

games, anime, programming, music and lemmy

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

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.

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.

Music, dog.

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

Dietary fiber.

I’m too wimpy to kill myself.

Two types of insulin and a bunch of related medical supplies that are delivered in a shit ton of plastic waste

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

I'm not even being sarcastic

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

Whenever I habe to ask myself that question I remind myself I'm doing the best I can considering the circumstances of my upbringing. And that I already did a lot of good even though it often damaged myself.

Pure spite towards my depression

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

Food and water.

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.

Life can be rough but by all measures I have a good one.

Zooming out and realizing the value of what I have is important, even when I'm dealing with mental health, dying loved ones, finances, etc.

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

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

The incredible happiness of exchanging the time I was given on earth for money so I can pay my bills. Highly recommended, 10/10.

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

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

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.

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

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

Just good ass coffee

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

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:

The orphan crushing machine

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.

Lisa needs braces.

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

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

Mornings are pretty nice.

Not asking that question

Figuratively: my family Literally: caffeine and sugar

My lucid dreams are unspeakably realistic, comprehensively and indistinguishable from reality. It's like waking up each night into a horrible dystopia.

In my nightmares, there's a global autocracy, a kind of maximalism of pain which forces people into mass slavery, but it's not even according to their whims, it's simply a price for existing.

I'd go on but it's too spooky and sad.

The rest of the time life's pretty good.

The next Warframe expansion

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

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

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)

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

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

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

Weed

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

Blåhajar

KREBS cycle and curiosity

gaming,developing sites,lemmy,discord,etc

My family and my dream as cliched as it sounds

Anti-depressants.

Legs

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

Providing for my family.

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

Whatever it was, I forgot what it was today

I DON'T KNOW

You're looking at it.

Permanently Deleted

3 Things: My Cat Billy Joel And my Programming

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

I arrange to do culturally stimulating things in the evenings or weekends like seeing a concert/opera, going to an art gallery or a movie. The rest of the time I'm pouring effort into my career or long term relationship, which are both rewarding in the long term. Sometimes I like "switch-off" entertainment like sports when I've got a free schedule.

Love and hope. I want to live a good life and I want my family to live good lives too.

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.

Fear of death

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

Definitely not love.

I like how things are changing all the time. Everyday is different, even when it's the same. I'm always learning about myself and the world.

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