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.