Obviously, this is a matter of opinion, so there are no right or wrong answers.
For me, it’s art. Art in all of its forms. It is the ultimate manifestation of rebellion. I draw, write, and philosophize. I enjoy these things because I’d rather lie to others, than be lied to; I’d rather create kitsch than patronize it.
Aesthetic beauty is the greatest woman to wage war for. To sublimate every instinctual drive for power and passion into an elegant exhibition of my own affirmation of ‘beauty’.
I’m great while I’m aesthetically satisfied, but if my artistic explorations come up broke, than I find that it’s time for me to crack my knuckles, roll up my sleeves, and get to work.
Love makes life worth living. If it were not for love I would have not gotten out of bed today, Or I would be running very hard and very fast into oblivion. Love keeps pain under control, it helps to motivate you back into the world of living, love sucks, right now I wish it would leave me the F* alone.
I got to experience what it is to be human, and all the stuff that goes along with it. I also got a chance to anylize my life and form conclusions. I’m past that stage now, and life seems more dull because I’ve gone through all the phases of life allready, I’m just not on my death bed yet.
*Edit: I don’t really want kids, and being married doesn’t seem worthwhile to me, so I’ll stay away from that area (although most people don’t).
