I am motivated by things, purely subjective, sometimes abstract and often utterly selfish in nature. Learning stuff I consider cool. Anticipating scientific progress like a normal-garden-variety-kid anticipates Christmas. Experiencing beauty. Experiencing friendship. Getting kick-ass-fucking-good at something. Experience... Fun.
Basically, I think I just want more of those metaphorical drugs that get me high and keep me there, not unlike a meth junkie wants more meth.
I'm not one to regret and have a somewhat reduced capacity for regret once it does come, but if there is one thing I lament, it's that I will not be there to see the first human-made object land on a planet orbiting another sun, that I will not be there to witness the death of our own parent star, that I will never see an up-close footage of the event horizon of a black hole... That I will die not having experienced the vast majority of those things, which I consider interesting, elegant, important, fascinating and so on. More so, that I will die never having asked profound questions which no-one will even think of, possibly for thousands of years - possibly ever. Life is short, and we all play the cards time's dealt us. Knowing that, it is an obligation I have to myself to remain curious, to learn and to aspire and make something out of my short cosmic instant of consciousness. Something that's... Worth it. The way I live my life is the best way I see to get as far as I can with the tools of the moment.