The existential crisis of a ticking clock.

One day you wake up and realize your age. I have worked hard to develop my art, and my time is short. My thoughts are on the preservation of the work. I have 25 years maybe to ensure my work does not disappear when I am gone. I have a lot to do, but that ticking clock drives me.
I am not sure if anyone out there can relate, but if you do, I think you understand the motivation.