I love learning.
If all I could do was learn how to write better, and then write better, and then learn even more how to write better, and then write even better, and then learn even more than before...you get the picture. But there is sleeping, and eating, and laundry, and bills. All the annoying things that prevent me from just learning and just writing. I suppose when I'm dead, I'll finally have all the time in the world. But by then my mind wouldn't care about learning and writing, it will care about rotting.