This might sound macabre, but my motivation might be the sobering realization that I'm dying. I mean, we all are. But, unlike a lot of people I know, I end with me.
My wife and I have no kids, and possibly can't at this point. So my finiteness is always buzzing around in my head.
I totally understand your stand point…
I do hope you and your wife would find the fulfillment you desire someday
Send my love to her