Its been a long time. Truth be told I lacked motivation and inspiration to write. The thing with writing and creativity is we think its a natural born talent. That at any moment divine inspiration will intercept our minds and liquid gold with travel through our blood streams into our fingertips and then, and only then, will we create something bold and magical. Something that when people ask how, we reply “it just came to me”. Sure, a lot of us have those moments, in fact this is how this blog was created; but the God awful bleak truth is that there is no such thing as motivation. There are no ah ha moments. And if for a second something makes you wake and realise what you you need to do, it soon dissipates away into the air only to come back again once in a blue moon.
Motivation is forced.
Motivation is perseverance.
Motivation is consistency.
Motivation is working hard EVERY SINGLE DAY.
No one else but you will tell you to wake up. And that’s terrifying. Its terrifying that all your dreams rest on your shoulders. It’s terrifying that no one else can help you face your obstacles.
But its also liberating.
Not waiting on a person.
Or on a moment of motivation.
You don’t have to wait.
You have to push. HARD.
There will always be that little voice of negativity telling you you can’t do it.
It will always be the wrong time.
You’ll always be tired.
Motivation is waking up everyday and saying I’m worth this.