Emiliano Mancilla

I have a problem with motivation and its temporality, and it is because of the little time lapses it drops, where I feel invincible, where I feel how the testosterone runs through my veins and makes me want to reach the unreachable, all the discomfort looks so desirable and the wounds seem like a harmless whisper compared with the addictive feeling of victory. 

And I feel like a beast just after watching Creed, and I want to do as much exercise as I can, I want to get so strong that any challenge seems easy, and, in fact, I do lots of exercise the first week… then everything starts vanishing slowly, and the daily inspiring routine starts to be a pain in the ass, and results don’t arrive, and answers don’t arrive but the questions wake up, there are two options. 

Quit or keep working.

Unless you can distribute those tiny chunks of motivation in the right places to keep you going, it is impossible if you don’t have a worthy aim. Suddenly the motivation calls for the existentiality, and everything starts to feel confusing, however, if existentiality kicks in, survival may join, it depends, everything depends, in the end, life is suffering and the major task is to find something so good, so great, that can easily handle some pain everyday.