You can never feel alone when you’re enjoying yourself.
Like a magnet, you’re drawn to do what we’re born to do. The vocation calls you like an ambient siren song dangling emotional clarity.
The goals that forced upon you are often dreary. They produce zero enjoyment, so fraught with ‘ought,’ threatening to stain the attentiveness to the present.
Keep your eyes on the prize.
The intuitive self, while sometimes feeling detached, invites you to travel down the road of discomfort for a long time.
Pursue the strength you think you have and embrace the pain.
The middle of the road is already too full of indecisive fence-sitters suffering at the glitch of mental software called FEAR.