This one is for you, Terry.
What inspires me is the finite-ness of life.
This life is going to end.
|Hell is an endless loop of Adam Carolla's podcast.|
When you bury enough people whose sum makes up the whole of you, you eventually get it: this life is precarious and finite. I am going to die. And so are you. That's not macabre, that's not scary, that's just fact.
To me, that fact is inspirational as fuck.
|Well do you?|
The finite-ness of life inspires me to live my life in a way so that when I die I will not have any boxes unchecked on my bucket list.
The finite-ness of life even inspires those moments of, well, inspiration when I would otherwise sleep. Creative types understand that one.
The finite-ness of life is, ironically, the thing that makes this life most worth living. It forces me to cherish those around me and not suffer fucktards.
The finite-ness of life reminds me that this life is all I get. And that is more than enough.
Okay, I am sick of you. Go away.