Motivational Lies

Motivational Lies

  I'm more than aware it has been all too long since I posted last in this or my book "Oswald". Life has gotten very busy but I'll try to post more often, time permitting. With that being said, I was considering the things that push people into doing what they do and one factor came through clear; we all lie to ourselves.

 Granted, we don't call it "lying" that makes it sound as though it is intentional or like people are committing a sin of sorts and I'm not sure that's the case, but allow me to explain. The motivation I have surge through me is born from a hope that people will read my words and feel something, be it comfort, anger, jealousy or maybe even the "Hmm, I never thought of that" thought. In hindsight I wonder if I'm lying to myself, promising myself an audience that I may never achieve, after all, why would someone spend their time reading something I wrote over something an actual author wrote?

  So what then, does that make my hope? When I'm writing is it for fun or is it because I've promised myself a lie will come true after I finish? I would argue the latter.  When I write personally I dream of people saying "Hey, I loved your story, you should do more." But in actual life, that may never happen. How much more do we, as people, promise ourselves things that probably won't happen? We think that if we do certain things (such as work out) that circumstances will change that we obviously have no affect over (like people being attracted to us). So, are we lying to ourselves about the future or do we really believe that that will actually happen?

  There seems to be a bit of both when we think about it. The chance that practicing guitar for an hour a day will result in being in a world-famous band is a slim chance indeed, but it does exist. Not only that but the feeling of knowing that you can play guitar is something that can propel you forward, further into learning experiences. 

  I can't promise dreams come true, if they all did I know that my life would be drastically different. Love lies to us, people leave and thoughts are extinguished without a second chance. The idea in life is to push forward, accomplishing what we want to do, and sometimes what we feel we need to do, to be a better person tomorrow than we were today. If that person, the "better" version of us knows ballet then we need to stop at nothing to learn ballet. The only way to be happy with life is learning to be happy with yourself, then bettering that self by accomplishing things you deem important.