I thought of these a few moments ago before going to bed thinking of the things that happened to me this week.
Pathetically I admit, my momentum is zero. I always thought that I could hit three birds with one stone. I couldn’t. As I press forward in life, it also becomes more and more knotty.
I’ve been toiling with this language that is no longer pleasing to my ears and to my maxilla-mandible. I wish I could say “Oh, how I love this language as much as I would love to study French or Greek.” I’m still digging deep within to see if I could hoist my momentum with my own illusory winch. Then I finally had to acknowledge the fact that I really don’t have motivation for this thing. I’m following a path but my heart is not in it. I know because I am not inspired… not motivated naturally.
For the meantime, I guess all I need to do is to shut my pooped out wit and live for the moment; gotta follow the lead of my soul to calm my vibes.
I may be at the end of my tether but through these fights (against all odds), I believe that I’m developing the inmost strength of my heart.
Have a Pleasant Weekend, mates!
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