You Got to do what you Want to do...

Every morning when I get up I don’t get the motivation to do so. It is as if I can go into a prolonged state of unconsciousness and not care of the outside domain that surrounds the lethargic me. I have a well paying job; I have a good place to live, friends around, people around, the necessary dose of action and drama but yet the motivation is absent, almost as if obsolete

What is it that takes one to get up every morning and look forward to the day with the momentary lapse in between? Someone once told me that you make an effort towards the things you want to do, and that effort doesn’t seem like hard work if you really love it. After all, the things that you love, you make a conscious effort to protect them and nurture them. So the necessary question is do I love the things around me enough to protect them from lethargy and prevent them from jading?

It is not about the people really, I love them all. But since all things are about me, the necessary question that arises here is also about me. Music is something I love. Singing to my hearts content and hearing the praises gives me the greatest high. Until recently I thought I must not love it enough, because I don’t pursue it with gusto, I don’t put in an effort to better the areas I know I am not good at. But something changed. I don’t know if Bombay did it, or being away from the people I love did it, or wanting to focus all my thoughts on one thing did it (because in the course of it I realized that my focus should shift), but here it is on the blog: I feel motivated with music.

I wish for everyone to realize what motivates them. In the course of pursuing it, you may come under the magnifying glass and be diagnosed of being selfish. The fine balance is anyway a distant reality. But today I don’t really care. I shouldn’t and I am motivated enough not to. Maybe I meet my expectations, maybe I don’t, but about time I induce a word called try in my dictionary.

Are you happy?

Over the years there have been many questions in focus in each of our lives. The answers that we have furnished a couple of years back are mostly in stark contrast to what it is now. Call it the age, call it affluence or influence. Here is a question to my mind that witnessed a set of different answers over the years. It may not be in tandem to what the likes of you would have furnished and judging by the fact that it is a momentary question frankly, it’s hard to generalize it…but here goes

Are you happy?

4 yrs- Yes

7 yrs- Yes, if I get my candy

13 yrs- I wish I had someone else’s life

15 yrs- I wish I was older

21 yrs- Maybe

28 yrs- Maybe not

35 yrs- hmmmmm

45 yrs- What???

55 yrs- Sure….why not….maybe…but why not

70 yrs- it doesn’t matter….

At 25 yrs, 4-12-2008, 1. p.m- I can’t answer this with a single word or a sentence….hence a blog that still leaves this question in the ambiguous state. Let it be….