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It’s a problem of motivation you see. Or at least I do. Motivation is what makes the world go round, its what pushes people to move forward in every single part of life. So whats my problem? No Motivation. I see it every day, in myself, and in others. Its a funny thing, I’ve recently come across a few other people from high school and this also seems to be their problem.

For Instance, lets look at this one example. I saw him just yesterday, and he’s working at a tire shop down the street from where I work. Now this guy was smart as hell and sharp as a whip, his father was a lawyer, and he’s got every bit the same potential, but he’s working at a tire shop. Why? No motivation. I can identify with that simply because I’d consider myself to be in the same boat. I’d like to think I’m a pretty smart guy who could have done any number of things, the only problem is I never cared to. So that goes back to the saying you might have clicked on to view this thread, “It’s not that I’m lazy, its that I just don’t care.”

Others like myself, smart, capable of doing a great many things, quite simply, lack the motivation to do them. We don’t know why we do, and frankly we just don’t care. We’re more than happy to live our sad little lives for our own enjoyment, and really just don’t care about the rest of the minions around us. Of course, family and friends are the exception, and that’s why I used the term minions, which is a fine term for the general public.

So what am I to do? Honestly, nothing. When you’re born without motivation, there’s nothing you can do about it, its just the way you are. There is absolutely nothing that can inspire you to fully achieve the things you are capable of. Its a sad truth I know, but hey, if I’m happy in my own little world, why should I care? I guess that’s why I don’t. I know I’ll never be a doctor, or a lawyer, or an astronaut, and guess what, I couldn’t possibly care less. I’m happy in my own little world, unmotivated, and unfazed by the idiocies that plague our world. In the end, all that matters is happiness right?

So if I’m happy, then that’s enough, but wouldn’t a great job and tons of money be better for my life? Who the hell knows, one thing I do know is that it doesn’t matter if I jockey a register, perform an open heart surgery or blast off to the moon, in the end, its all work, and work is work. You have to do it, so you can have your time at the end of the day to enjoy whatever it is that you want to enjoy, and I can do that doing what I do now. No motivation? I guess it works for me.