Motivational prose

You’re having a bad day.

The bad day turns into a bad week.

The bad week turns into an awful month.

Every emotion you’ve been feeling has intensified.

Every thought you’ve had has stayed with you.

Cluttering your mind, one thought at a time, for days on end.

Friends, family, neighbors, co-workers, strangers, etc. seem to pity as you wallow in your own self-pity.

Are you finally nodding your ahead because you’ve been there?

You try to think “happy” thoughts. Unicorns. Rainbows. Gold in a treasure chest. Pretty islands. Cruise ships floating atop the ocean. Paradise.

Relax and close your eyes.

Focus more on that fantasy you’ve conjured up inside your head.

Progress. You’re able to force a half smile. It spreads across your face almost like the sun spreads its colors across the horizons creating an awe-inducing work of art.

Let that be your inspiration. That canvas that has now been altered.

Passions. Dreams. Goals. Aspirations.

I want to be a creator, but I don’t think I’m good enough. And I’ve been feeling so demotivated lately I don’t know what to do.

There is no recipe or remedy or cure for self-doubt.

You must learn to make friends with your ideas.

That is all.

But that’s easy for you to say. You don’t understand my struggle. 

Here’s what I have to say to that:

Once you choose to take that leap of faith and dive off the deep end, the unpredictable will be waiting for you at the bottom.

Let it fuel you. Let it push you even further into the vortex of possibilities.

After all, it is always there.



















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