It’s that expectation.  The knowledge that you can never tell what every minute will bring you.  Why else would you feel the need to reach for the next moment and make your way to the next issue?  What can more simply define the motivation to live, to love, to go on with each season?
  I turn this question fully on myself: What makes me wake up in the morning; what gives me motivation?  It’s the realization that I can never guess what may occur in the subsequent second. 
  One morning I may wake up and the sun is no longer there.  I may wake up, and learn that pigs can fly, or that everything that I’ve held true has changed.  I would never want to miss that chance to see the world in a new way.
  Throughout every minute of my life, people are being born and people are dying.  If you truly want to think, every breath I breathe is one less I have.  But one cannot look at life that way.  They have to visualize the thought that every second they aren’t living, there’s one more thing they’ve missed: a first step, a first kiss, a last dance, a last memory.  All one gains by regretting life is the loss of the chance to live one. 
  I can spend two hours on a Saturday watching my kitten play.  She never misses a beat.  Iris flies around the room, and notices everything that moves, winks, or glistens.  She is motivated by the mere fact that everything in this world can be a fascination.  Every day something new enthralls her.  I adore to watch her explorations, almost seeing her knowledge increase with every discovery.  She’s like so many children who have become the adults of today, people who have lived through the rough patches and the sunny skies, and have loved every moment of it because each minute was theirs.  That feeling is incredible.
  There are still many things I don’t know.  I haven’t experienced my future.  I don’t know what it’s like to kiss your husband on your wedding day, what it’s like to feel a child grow within me.  I haven’t suffered the loss of my parents or the gain of a grandchild.
  I know there is so much joy and so much pain I have to see.  It’s almost frightening, not being sure when, why or how your next crisis may be.  But it’s the wanting to know, the wanting to be able to remember all of those firsts, and create those memories.  That’s what brings me to smile or frown every day the clock ticks or the world turns. This one thing will always remain.