Generally, successful people or people who are so great at what they do are passionate and driven by inspiration. Given that they have the same talent or skill with other people, maybe even both enhanced by education and training, but the one thing that separates "good" from "best" is the passion, the inspiration, the drive to actually get there.
So what inspires me?
I'm not sure.
I'm not sure whether I'm just not a passionate person or I'm just a plain uninspired human being. I can't remember the last time I felt an extreme emotion. Sure, there were irritated moments (due to hormones), sadness, loneliness, excitement, happiness along the way, but not an emotion so strong it would crash me into pieces if I don't express it.
I don't know.
I don't know if it has something to do with me being single for the past six years; I don't know if it has something to do with me still trying to figure things out; and I don't know if it has something to do with me just going with the flow of life - no plans for the future, just living in the now.
I don't know, maybe I'm still on the search for that passion, that inspiration, and that drive. I don't know why I still don't have those things. It seems to me that some people are born with it, right from the start they already know what they would like to be in the future, or what they want in life or get out of life. Maybe I envy those people, maybe I'd like to be just like them, maybe twenty-somethings are meant to go through this crisis.
What I'm sure of is that it is quite alarming to know that I don't have an inspiration. Everyday I wake up, go get ready for work, go to work, work the whole day, go home after work, watch some movies or series at home, then prepare to go to sleep; every single day would pass by just like any other day - plain, normal, blah. Some days, I look forward to eating breakfast; some days, I look forward to depositing money to my accounts; some days, I look forward to dressing up and putting on make up; but most days, I read emails, news, articles in the internet, and look for a distraction, or an inspiration, a mentor, or a hero.
What I do know is that I am lucky and blessed and so grateful everyday that I get to set out and look for that passion, search for something that might inspire me. And in the greater scheme of things, maybe the journey of searching - together with all the frustrations, disappointments, and fears that it uncovers along the way - is a training or preparation for when I arrive at my destination (passion).
Maybe my inspiration is the hope each day brings - that today, I just might find what my passion is; or that tomorrow, I just might stumble upon something or someone that would ignite the fire within me. And maybe, just maybe, not knowing what my passion is or not having an inspiration yet, would ultimately lead me to where I have always wanted to be or where I am supposed to be.
How about you, what inspires you?
So what inspires me?
I'm not sure.
I'm not sure whether I'm just not a passionate person or I'm just a plain uninspired human being. I can't remember the last time I felt an extreme emotion. Sure, there were irritated moments (due to hormones), sadness, loneliness, excitement, happiness along the way, but not an emotion so strong it would crash me into pieces if I don't express it.
I don't know.
I don't know if it has something to do with me being single for the past six years; I don't know if it has something to do with me still trying to figure things out; and I don't know if it has something to do with me just going with the flow of life - no plans for the future, just living in the now.
I don't know, maybe I'm still on the search for that passion, that inspiration, and that drive. I don't know why I still don't have those things. It seems to me that some people are born with it, right from the start they already know what they would like to be in the future, or what they want in life or get out of life. Maybe I envy those people, maybe I'd like to be just like them, maybe twenty-somethings are meant to go through this crisis.
What I'm sure of is that it is quite alarming to know that I don't have an inspiration. Everyday I wake up, go get ready for work, go to work, work the whole day, go home after work, watch some movies or series at home, then prepare to go to sleep; every single day would pass by just like any other day - plain, normal, blah. Some days, I look forward to eating breakfast; some days, I look forward to depositing money to my accounts; some days, I look forward to dressing up and putting on make up; but most days, I read emails, news, articles in the internet, and look for a distraction, or an inspiration, a mentor, or a hero.
What I do know is that I am lucky and blessed and so grateful everyday that I get to set out and look for that passion, search for something that might inspire me. And in the greater scheme of things, maybe the journey of searching - together with all the frustrations, disappointments, and fears that it uncovers along the way - is a training or preparation for when I arrive at my destination (passion).
Maybe my inspiration is the hope each day brings - that today, I just might find what my passion is; or that tomorrow, I just might stumble upon something or someone that would ignite the fire within me. And maybe, just maybe, not knowing what my passion is or not having an inspiration yet, would ultimately lead me to where I have always wanted to be or where I am supposed to be.
How about you, what inspires you?
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