Realize that this is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time. Figure out what you want, or you’ll end up with a lot you don’t. As for me, I just want a few scars before I die. I want to never be complete, to never be content, or perfect. We’re not beautiful, unique snowflakes. We’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else. And on a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.