One, a reason to betray.
Two, a reason to belay.
Three, a reason to delay.
Four, a reason to just pray.
Five, a person walking slow.
Six, a person with skin aglow.
Seven, rocking to and fro.
Eight, a demon from down below.
Nine, a struggle to go on.
Ten, I can think of none.
Eleven, I’ve given up.
One thousand, Yeah, that’s enough.
Staying motivated for anything is hard. Whether it be writing, learning or simply enjoying a game, the ability to focus on one thing and one thing alone is difficult. When did this become the norm? Why is it I can’t spend more than a few days trying to fix the problems I have?
I need money, I need food. I need time. I need to take care of myself. There are things I need to do yet don’t do them. It is as though I torture myself accidentally? If I were good, I’d post daily. Yet, I can’t seem to bring myself to write every day. I can’t bring myself to change.
The poem above is a representation of the desire to do something, then skipping over lazily until the end. We can’t do that in real life. If we want to get to the result, we have to take the journey. If we don’t take the journey, we’ll never end up at the end. We’ll always stay at the beginning.
It’s time for this to stop. I must take the journey, or else I’ll never reach the end.