One day.

I have trouble finding motivation to do anything because it all just seems like such bs. I mean, what I am doing won’t make a difference anyway, so why bother? We’re constantly thrown one catchphrase after another that resonates, because we know it to be so: “Just Do It,” “dance like no one’s watching” (*blech*), “time waits for no man,” and the ubiquitous “carpe diem.”

Anyone who has had any tenuous success grabbing onto these theories is quick to share their importance, to push others to do the same, to preach the benefit of living moments in the ways we know we should, the ways we know we want to.

And yet the apathy always returns, insidiously sucking away at us. It steals our energy, robs us of our convictions, secretly, quietly, sponging it up. Atrophy at its finest, our peak of action, momentum and control… gradually… declines… just a little now... just a little. Slowly, it disintegrates. At first we see it, hold it, smell it, feel it… even grasp clingingly to it! Then, our focus wanes, our backs turn for a single moment and then it is gone, a mere mirage, something beautiful we once knew.

But it was there!!! Right there! It was beautiful. You’ve just got to know this feeling. You are on track. After having been a drooling observer from the sidelines for so long, you have finally driven the car. We must get it back. And we will. We will seize the day. We will execute our moral imperatives.

After this show.
When we finish dinner.
If we can save enough money.
Once we lose the weight.

If we can release the fear.
Once we stop procrastinating.
After we wake up and recognize our future.

When we embrace change as both inevitable and good
and stop hiding and justifying our way out of our own potential.

One day.