Let me start off by saying that I love life. Sometimes it can be unbearably lonely, but all in all, I'd rather be here than the other side. Like everyone else, I do have goals and dreams, but my preoccupation with death makes me wonder. If we're just going to die, what's the point to anything? It's incredibly hard to find too much joy in anything knowing that you're going to be cold and immobile in a box one day. People always say that they won't die if their memory lives on, well, the people's who's memories you've cemented yourself in are also going to die, so how does that work? I'm not even motivated by money! Of course I have to eat and live, but I find that whatever I need always seems to come in time. I suppose that's why I make significantly less than the minimal effort at work. The only thing that could possibly motivate me is finding true love and a fun job that pays me to watch tv and drink beer. Here's hoping!