I've watched all nine seasons of Scrubs more times than I can count. That's not to say I'm proud of it, but the show makes me happy even when I just can't keep my tail up.
I refuse to leave Colorado and my dad's house, and help pay all of his bills every month. It's near my mom, and my sister is gone. My dad has suffered a severe stroke and can barely do anything on his own, and my mom was in an accident on the highway with an eighteen wheeler, and now has more metal than bone in her back. I just can't bring myself to leave them by themselves with no one to help them.
I believe all you have to leave behind are memories, and I strive every day to create good ones for people to remember me by. I'm a type 1 diabetic, so I might die far earlier than I hope. It's the reason I write and want to achieve as many life goals as I can - books and stories are something that will stick around long after I'm gone. I was here, damn it! As the late Bender would say ... "REMEMBER ME!"
I give as much as I can to anyone in need. I know if I were in that position, I would want help too. We all share this crazy world, we should be watching out for each other.
And I start writing something I intend to make very short, but it never works out that way. I've started two short stories. One turned into a three book series about the fickle nature of the definition of mortality, one evolved into twelve books about our failures on this world.
Another example is this. This was supposed to be short. I will shut up now.