There are moments in life where one’s effort offers no return.
Energy expended. The expectation that momentum will be gained is unmet.
We push, we get nowhere.
All our passion, our drive, our focus… and yet, we find ourselves exactly where we started.
Motivation, most often fuelled by our hopes, ambitions and our dreams. Believing that the future we imagine is within reach. We just need to expend effort and energy - the reward is ours for the taking.
Just hold on. Just keep pushing.
How inspiring, so many people will find it within themselves to keep pushing forward because you never lost your stride.
Then, our connection to what drove us begins to fade.
Our hopes and dreams slowly lose their allure. Not quite indifference, though we feel a coldness that comes with the distance that is forming.
Our raison d’être feels like a vague memory. The numbness is obstructing our visibility, though we try and grab hold of what once consumed us.
We learn that these moments, where the fog is thicker than the purpose that once pushed us forward… These times when we’ve lost our connection to that part of ourselves that once served as the source of our fire…
We learn to take the lesson. That beyond pain and struggle, there’s nothing. A sense of emptiness.
That doesn’t seem so bad. I’d much rather deal with a sense of nothingness than have to push through pain and suffering.