What keeps us going?

 Inertia? An unknown law? Lamarck's (disuse) law?

 The will to move on? Or the will to stay alive? Is it only a reflex? A mechanical movement? Internal drive?

 Fear of stillness? Boredom? Or Wish for Eternity?

We do not comprehend the whole motion-thing, whether it depends on our incompetence to accept the inconvenient life cycles or to decide to go along anyway with what is beyond our recognition.

Or is it just only an unrecognised fact, that we are all living in a void, full of singularities? We don't move on, we don't evolve. We, stop that, I, it is I, who lives in this void. I don't move, i cannot see beyond the days.

"...All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain...." 

The all-known words of the most moving death soliloquy in cinematic history (Mark Rowlands (2003), The Philosopher at the End of the Universe, pp. 234–235)

Yes, but what do they mean? We do not want us to be lost in time. We want to be remembered, to stay reminiscently in other peoples thoughts. We want, we wish for, our own small-dimensioned though for us of utmost importance individual Legacy. We want the Baton change to be complete, something we can be proud of. 

Proud. Proud to live. To think that you were proud to take the privilege of life and turning it to a new perspektive, a new life, a glimpse of light, a synapse twinkle in another brain. As to say, pass it on, pass it forward. For there is an end, a redemption or a release. We want to go on, as long aß our cells tell us so. As long as our mitochondria have the energy needed, before the Apoptosis. How nice! Apoptosis.

Ptosis. The fall. And down we go.

I have been, i have made something, i created. I was. That's all folks.

(Can I use this as my Goodbye Speech or will it be outdated?)

Cremation. No Tombstone. 

Keep up the good spirits, that is what they say. Keep going, keep walking.  Unprecedented conditions