Ask Lemmy

Shit is interesting right now. We're at (or approaching) the climax of western society. I wanna see how the story resolves.

“I meant,” said Ipslore bitterly, “what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?”

Death thought about it.

CATS, he said eventually, CATS ARE NICE.

- Terry Pratchett, Sourcery

There’s a list of people I’m trying to outlive. If I don’t outlive them, I’ll be sad.

Food, empathetic people, smiles, cute animals, those little glimpses through the fog, or if all else fails, spite.

Wanting to live long enough to see the obituaries of those who are making the world a terrible place. (NB: Not specifically wishing anyone dead, only pointing out that time catches up with everyone, and many of the people I'm referring to are quite old.)

I had other points but they're reasons not to stop living as opposed to being reasons to live. One of those being morbid curiosity. And let's face it, the one I started out with is pretty borderline.

Sunrises. Mountains. Marmots. Fresh pow.

Sunsets. Beaches. Tropical drinks.

Just a walk around the block. That cute dog.

Wonderful coffee, sitting in a quiet room reading a book, and snuggling with my dog.

Another, completely separate answer: eating pussy.

Finding out what's next.

My dogs.

Mom would be sad.

Goofy people near and far

Friday, I'm going to a concert, Post Modern Jukebox.

One Piece hasn't yet concluded, so.

Seeing the end of israel

I had some really good chicken curry today. (Temporarily off the vegetarian diet for complicated reasons, but it was good. Preferable to be alive when something like that comes along.)

Cheese.

I'm genuinely drawing blanks here.

Possibilities. So no I don't have anything in particular but im not ready to leave yet and if I do I hope it has some meaning. There are certainly things left to enjoy. Im big on simple things. Walks and nature.

Outdoors, if you live in a place with natural beauty. Getting out every day and walking to my local rose garden (it was very close, I was lucky) during the pan did wonders for my keeping it together.

The time period between the actual collapse and when you finally die will be rather exhilarating I think.

I have a list of hobbies I want to do and so I live to have fun

So damned much, there's so much to see and do!

I will die before I've read half the books on my list, scritched even a fraction of the goodest dogs who need scritches and eaten at each of my city's amazing lil restaurants.

If you truly have nothing else, spite can work wonders as a motivator....

I wish I had grand reasons to live but turns out it's easier if it's primitive. Eating tasty food, watching fun videos, petting cute animals.

Let politics be politics and philosophy be philosophy and turn to the small things for a bit.

Sunrises and sunsets, fresh air, sex, love, meeting new people, walking in nature, meeting animals, feeling emotions, marvelling at the wonder of your own existence, fighting oppression, being part of the solution, forming or joining communities, reading books, playing games, bouncing a ball, whistling, art, music films, dancing, quietly thinking, solving problems, being creative, chatting, making friends, falling in love, smelling flowers and herbs, eating great food, exercising, helping to bring about positive change even in small ways, laughter, riding a bike/scooter/horse/unicycle, painting, crayons, massage, feeding the hungry, helping others, finding peace, swimming in the ocean or lakes, climbing a tree, growing food.... And this doesn't cover a 100th of it. Times are hard, so many things are bad, but there's always a lot to live for.

My kids. But I'm already living for them. You gotta find someone else's kids to live for.

My wife and my parents. My wife is a bit older than me. When my parents and wife have gone then I can check out.

World War 3. It will usher in the Federation.

Survival instincts is forcing me to live... I don't have a choice... 🤷‍♂️