I woke up feeling overwhelmed by life this morning.
The routines and the unending tide of shi&%y happenings,
With only brief respites in-between.
I attempted to make a nice list of my life motivations -
You know, the things that keep me pressing on.
My raison d'etre.
Pay the bills, Support the family, Save more money and Take good holidays.
It turned out mundane and mildly depressing,
So I turned to the less tangible motivations.
Faith, Hope and Love.
Faith, Hope and Love
It really is for those three that i let go of my cozy duvet every morning
And take my place in this madness.
I thought about faith this morning.
About how a good faith has to be more pleasurable
than that toe-curling kind of sex.
I want a good faith.
I'm not talking about that
Ticket to heaven,
Else 'thou hath damned' type of faith
A good escort can easily arrange those.
I am also not talking about the happy clappy motivational sorts
I'd rather have a good book and a long holiday instead.
But there is a type of faith that knows the depths of me
And recognizes my soul amidst a thousand.
It is that type of faith that stirs my affection.
What gets you out of bed in the mornings?
What fuels your hustle?
Blessings..
ReplyDeleteThe need to keep a roof over my head, out food on my table and the affordability of healthcare.
Too practical? It's deeper than that of course but these are the driving force.
Have a blessed day
The need to have money to see the world because one does not to travel the world on wishful thinking.
ReplyDeleteThe need to see someone else live better and the need to keep body and soul together
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