The Thief of Joy
Greetings to the future me,
I will say that our previous actions were not for naught. Your hard work paid off across all fields and no ships were lost.
Let us cut to the chase. I always return here when I am "in the slumps"- searching for motivation. For a spark, a burst of energy. However, there will be none this time, for today I come with an analytical mind. There was no external setback or tribulation; I am here because of an internal realization.
I realized that I had become obsessed with results and outcomes. Whether it be academics, athletic milestones, or bucket list checkboxes. We always WANT more things... tech, fads, culture. DESIRE is the thief of joy. To be here and there and here again, my schedule does not revolve around my own time. I lost my zeal, and the enthusiasm for each new day has been wavering. I need to reset to when times were simpler.
ROUTINE. It is the one thing I have been in need of for ages. I will have it. I will become a machine. There will be order once more in this chaos. Everyday to the millisecond will be planned. I will live for the process and trust that the results will come. I will leap out of bed every morning just to see the sun. I will train because I enjoy it. I will study because I enjoy it. An eternal flow state. That is the goal of life!
Future me, I swear to you this... for any other regrets, I cannot say, but YOU WILL NEVER have the regret of wasted potential or unlived joys.
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