If you want something communism-related, I guess I just like to think of past comrades like Lenin, Stalin, or one of my personal favorites, Thomas Sankara, and their stories.

Thomas Sankara is a personal hero of mine and every time I think about him, I’m inspired by everything this man accomplished for his people in literally just 4 years. It’s truly a shame that he was stabbed in the back the way he was.

If you want something not communism-related, something I like to think about is how all the odds were stacked against you and I existing, and yet, we still did.

We came from celestial material, which became cells, and which evolved over the course of billions of years into so many different forms of life, including us humans, and it resulted in so many different people with different cultures, stories, traits, hopes, thoughts, etc. We are the result of billions of years of evolution, of countless chemical reactions and physical interactions.

At least as far as I or anyone else is aware, there’s no clear purpose to any of it, but that doesn’t make life meaningless or whatever— on the contrary, it means we can give it whatever purpose or meaning we want to.

And since life is short, and something that as far as we know you only get to experience once, it makes it, or should make it, all the more valuable. It’s sad that there’s so much shit that can happen to us, whether on an individual or collective level, that makes us take life for granted or even regard it in contempt.