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)

Anti-depressants.

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

Dietary fiber.

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.

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

Mornings are pretty nice.

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

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.

Adenosine triphosphate

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

Legs.

Coffee. Scary amounts of it.

games, anime, programming, music and lemmy

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!

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

Pure stubborness and a fear of death.

Music, dog.

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.

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.

Providing for my family.

Legs

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

Surprise. Fear and surprise. And ruthless efficiency.