why do you keep going? what drives you? what do you aim for? what is the meaning of life?
simple questions really.
To be a part of ending the United States’ imperialism
court jester
Man’s dearest possession is life. It is given to him but once, and he must live it so as to feel no torturing regrets for wasted years, never know the burning shame of a mean and petty past; so live that, dying, he might say: all my life, all my strength were given to the finest cause in all the world──the fight for the Liberation of Mankind
How the Steel Was Tempered by Nikolai Ostrovsky
I pass butter
Love is the only real reason to live. From what I’ve learned, apparently everything is made of Love. And every person who has ever had a spiritual experience reports that there is an entity made of pure Love that is behind it all. So at the moment I’m trying to balance this truth with the whole materialist communist thing. I do believe communism would make it much easier for us all to love each other more, without terrible material conditions forcing us to exploit and be exploited. Idk, I’m still thinking about it all.
Revenge.
EDIT: damn it someone took it so I have to be earnest
I love the world, I love every single human, even the shits fighting us. I want every part of it to blossom into its full beauty. I want to turn the stars green. I want us all to dance among the universe forever. I want us all to join into cosmic union without losing our own selves.
None of this will happen in our lifetime. But if I can hasten it’s coming by even an hour, what glory can surpass that?
To understand and thrive
Ewwwww too earnest, can you add some layers of bitterness surrealism and irony poisoning so the rest of us can process what you mean?
To understand how to piss and shidd on landlords so that I can thrive in a landlordless future
That’ll do I guess. Thank you, comrade owl.
I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor.
I am the Holder of the Sacred Chalice of Rixx, Heir to the Holy Rings of… nevermind! Just get me Picard!
Inertia.
Revenge
Yeah I used to want to grow and explore and love and build and understand and become
But it turns out capital really really doesn’t like when people like me do that, and it just gets taken from me in incredibly bullshit ways every time. So even aside from all the trauma and heartbreak; revenge is basically it for me. Until the revolution. Which would be a pretty good start on the revenge.
To funnel whatever resources I have available to where they will be most useful to the people who come next.
To sit by the river long enough.
Curious what happens tomorrow
After the revolution I just wanna mine coal all day.
You WILL have 8 hours for what we will
Thank god! I need a break from the drudgery of writing poetry.
Building a life and a future history with other people. I’m old enough that I have a fair share of friends and family have passed away, and they live on in the web of my memories, and still shape the course of my life yet to be. I live my life with that in mind, knowing that someday my consciousness will cease, but some positive aspects of my essence will live on and become part of the fabric of a better future. I think just being present and a good person on other people’s lives is enough.
I also find a lot of purpose in the creation of physical objects and in sharing all the technical details and instructions for how others can create them. I don’t just want to make things, I want those things to become part of our common culture.
Growing up and seeing death at a young age, after losing an apartment, many people I love either through death, drifting, break-up and the constant threat of unemployment because of my migraines; I’m in a relatively stable place now after struggling and grinding away for so long to reach it.
Seeing my family grinded by capital; my father discarded entirely after a series of workplace injuries and growing up shit-poor on the southside of the city pretty much gave me the sense that there is no god, there is no “divine” emotion that we all feel to unite us, there is no singular “thing” powering each and every single one of us.
All we have is free-will and what we choose to do with it. It’s not meant to be motivation, it’s simply reality. That’s the best motivation for me. Change what is real.
