MotivationWhat is it that motivates you? Fame, fortune, faith, family or maybe its just a good fuck? Perhaps it is all of the above or you have never really given it any thought. i truely am curious to know what gets you out of bed in the morning (or whenever it is that you get out of bed), so please leave a comment if you have any thoughts on the topic.
i guess the reason i am curious is that i had a little trouble when i began contemplating my own motivation. At first i thought Coffee! Yeah Coffee - thats what motivates me, gimme some more Coffee, as black as my cold dark heart, NOW! This of course was too simple, although i would still say that it is the simple pleasures which drive me. Prompting an unexpected giggle at an inappropriate moment would be one of favourites.
i was hoping to come to a conclusion through the writing of this, but perhaps seven cups of coffee in the morning is too many and i've fried my brain. i shall have to return to this subject, but for now it is time for more...
posted by rfi at 10:58:00 am
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What gets me out of bed in the morning? What motivates me? My Girl, My job (which I love)...my general love for my life at the moment......I wasn't feeling this good about things a few months ago.......
having asked everyone at my local "what motivates you?" i've found 100% of people have no idea and try to worm out of a straight answer. i'm with the average, i don't know. if anyone has an idea, i could use it, i'm short of light globes. (word verification: yfuckywap. ha ha)
nothing really motivates me i just know I gotto get up some time and do something
forgot my password and it's too late too bother now, so the new annon's are from tassie. posted any mail yet, john douglas. A person is waiting and don't put it off. Will check LM blog another night, morning it's 20 past 4am. Night and how come no blogs since this one?
i am motivated to not be here... in the suck zone.
I am motivated by a morbid and very real fear of mediocrity and boredom
What motivates me? Seriously? I reckon my main motivation is cowardice, pure and simple. I'm scared shitless of facing up to what deep down I suspect to be the reality -- that nothing really means anything worth a damn. So I beaver away at forging new blinkers for my mind's eye so me and my subconscious can create a comfy little consensual reality with each other where there are things worth caring about and striving for. Two apropos quotes:
"Beliefs are the eyelids of the mind" (Zindel)
"To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield" (Tennyson)
well now I am officially depressed - thanks Fergal
He He ;-)
MORE COFFEE!
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