A Lowfat Creamy Blend of Starbucks Coffee and Milk
What keeps me moving is knowing that there's going to be a reward. What hinders movement are those questions tangent to it: But what kind of reward? How big? How much is it worth? Does it outweigh the struggle? Do I get it right away?
When is it okay to stray away from the prize from just a minute to smell the flowers? I don't understand the rush and anxious worry of this movement. It must be important if it has such high priority that it must be hurried, but in the same vein, it has to be a trick too quick to be pondered.
I get so tired up there, I become sloppy and undisciplined. What good am I then? No good, obviously. I've made the worst mistakes while half awake. It's from this lack of rest that I find that the struggle escapes me and leaves nothing but anger and frustration. But there has to be something there, something so completely worth this negligence/complete denial of replishment that in the end will realize before me. I can almost cry.
What keeps me moving is you.
When is it okay to stray away from the prize from just a minute to smell the flowers? I don't understand the rush and anxious worry of this movement. It must be important if it has such high priority that it must be hurried, but in the same vein, it has to be a trick too quick to be pondered.
I get so tired up there, I become sloppy and undisciplined. What good am I then? No good, obviously. I've made the worst mistakes while half awake. It's from this lack of rest that I find that the struggle escapes me and leaves nothing but anger and frustration. But there has to be something there, something so completely worth this negligence/complete denial of replishment that in the end will realize before me. I can almost cry.
What keeps me moving is you.