There’s this idea that motivation is a finite resource. That you are only ambitious enough to fight for the things you genuinely desire and need; those dreams that keep you from falling asleep at night.
The thing is, we have this idea that there’s some sort of reward waiting for us on the other side of any struggle.
A bodybuilder friend of mine once told me that when he first started lifting weights he thought that if you worked out for a particular period of time and got to look in a certain way, then you could have that body forever, even if you stopped working out.
We either waste our time hoping for future comfort or we work like hell for it. Either way, it’s just an illusion.
People work all their lives dreaming of retirement, as if that is supposed to be their reward for tens of years of hard work. People go to church and pray and try to be good in order to get to heaven. Some, like my friend, work out five times a week in order to look good.
Simply put, people climb mountains because they want to reach the top. Once they reach it, their desire for comfort makes them grow complacent.
Sorry to break it to you, but there’s no reward. You don’t get to relax in this life. Probably, not even in the next one.
You know what is the reward?
Climbing the damn mountain.
The journey is its own reward.
Walking the path towards a destination becomes one with the destination.
It’s the process, not the results.
It’s the act of working hard, enjoying what it is you’re doing.
Because, whether you like it or not, you live and then you die. And you must act accordingly.
There’s no such thing as retirement, free time, leisure time, or any other kind of time except life time. And you won’t even get it back, and there’s never more than 24 hours in a day. And tomorrow’s not guaranteed for any of us.
I have learned the hard way that it does not matter where you go in life. What you get. What people think. All that matters is who you become.
Happiness is the ultimate success, and you’ll never be happy unless you enjoy your day to day life.
I finish writing one novel, and I’m already writing the next one.
I used to fear running out of ideas.
Now, I know for a fact that I’ll be running out of time before running out of ideas.
My friends, life’s just a brief moment in time. You can do anything you want. Anything at all. But you simply don’t have enough time to do everything.
So stop wishing for Weekends, Summers, retirement…
If you hate Mondays, it’s not really their fault, you know?