I should take the time to take an objective look at my daily activities and way of life, to see whether I am slowly but surely gaining momentum heading towards my desired lifestyle, or running on a treadmill.
There is a force inside of me.
It’s as if it’s alive feeding off every new experience I encounter as if having this one single purpose of seeing how far I could stretch once I’ve reached my limits.
Like a barbaric savage entity throwing tantrums once it realizes that I refuse to use the God given creativity to grow and develop and become more.
And I also become more through experience.
I become “experienced” through not only making mistakes, because I can make the same mistake over and over again without benefiting from it, but through learning from these mistakes.
I must then convert this feeling of disappointment or this feeling of being upset into a signal that I should take notice of the lesson I must take from my mistake.
For if I don’t I would be like a mouse running my butt off on a treadmill to no where.