Motivation is a big fortune

and I don't have it...

I've never dreamed to become someone or to achieve something.
Not when I was a kid,
and not now that I've grown up.
The truth is it's probably too late now, anyway.

My best day is lying around reading a book with my dogs by my side, drinking an ice tea under the sunshine. How much do I need to work for that?

Suddenly I understand a reason why people have kids around my age: it gives us a purpose of life around this stage, which is otherwise quite meaningless...