Motivation
What do I create? What do I do?..... and WHY???
Why?
I want to say that I do what is right. I want to say that I live a life where I fulfill every desire that I have. I want to say that I make what I want any time that I want to, any time I want it, any damn time I feel like it. The truth is that I make what I want when I try and I fulfill my desires when I have decided I have put them off long enough. I make of my life what I do desire, I do it with anticipation, observation, and patience. There are days that I honestly think I savor the object or the thing I am seeking after more only because I have not done it yet, only because I have not achieved it yet, or because it is still just out of my grasp.
It is not that I lack motivation. I am motivated every day and I see what I want all the time. normally I get it, not all the time, but normally.
The more that I think about this the more I see that what I want really does not matter. what I desire is just something that is a means to an end. Happiness.
I might do this more often but I am about to write a small piece that is just about nothing but a thought of a man in my head, not real, not entirely me, just a man.
Sitting on his front porch, looking into a small field of lush grass just in front of his house this man of barely 98 was thinking to him self what he had done. The coffee sitting next to him had grown cold the night before, when he first came to think of things that have happened in his life. The cigarettes in the ash tray sitting on the tv tray next to him overflows with the cancer in his lungs that will end his life shortly. The wind blowing on this cool summer morning seems to remind him of another time when he was able to play in the mountains, it reminds him of the place where his brothers and him shared what was to be one of the best days he had lived. Yes one of the days that he lived.
Now one of the things he remembers is that he believed there was no regret in his life because he achieved every thing that he wanted to achieve. every time he wanted, he received. every time he sought he found. He had put ambition on his list of great achievements and it was. He put Goals up every day and he piled on successes higher than most think to dream. All, he did it all, from the good to the bad, from the right to the wrong, from top to bottom he lived every day and he filled every corner of his life with some form of accomplishment. Now he thought to him self, what have I left to do?
In this moment he found that there truly was nothing left for him to do.
Why?
I want to say that I do what is right. I want to say that I live a life where I fulfill every desire that I have. I want to say that I make what I want any time that I want to, any time I want it, any damn time I feel like it. The truth is that I make what I want when I try and I fulfill my desires when I have decided I have put them off long enough. I make of my life what I do desire, I do it with anticipation, observation, and patience. There are days that I honestly think I savor the object or the thing I am seeking after more only because I have not done it yet, only because I have not achieved it yet, or because it is still just out of my grasp.
It is not that I lack motivation. I am motivated every day and I see what I want all the time. normally I get it, not all the time, but normally.
The more that I think about this the more I see that what I want really does not matter. what I desire is just something that is a means to an end. Happiness.
I might do this more often but I am about to write a small piece that is just about nothing but a thought of a man in my head, not real, not entirely me, just a man.
Sitting on his front porch, looking into a small field of lush grass just in front of his house this man of barely 98 was thinking to him self what he had done. The coffee sitting next to him had grown cold the night before, when he first came to think of things that have happened in his life. The cigarettes in the ash tray sitting on the tv tray next to him overflows with the cancer in his lungs that will end his life shortly. The wind blowing on this cool summer morning seems to remind him of another time when he was able to play in the mountains, it reminds him of the place where his brothers and him shared what was to be one of the best days he had lived. Yes one of the days that he lived.
Now one of the things he remembers is that he believed there was no regret in his life because he achieved every thing that he wanted to achieve. every time he wanted, he received. every time he sought he found. He had put ambition on his list of great achievements and it was. He put Goals up every day and he piled on successes higher than most think to dream. All, he did it all, from the good to the bad, from the right to the wrong, from top to bottom he lived every day and he filled every corner of his life with some form of accomplishment. Now he thought to him self, what have I left to do?
In this moment he found that there truly was nothing left for him to do.