What motivates me really? This is such an amazing life...
People, things, possessions, fame, glamour, recognition... these are such silly trifles... and often one trips and falls on these little stumbling blocks... just a little awareness and off they go.
But what makes me move and work and do whatever all the time? That unknown force? What makes a beggar accept the possibility of becoming a king? It is difficult to judge if lunacy is before enlightenment or after...
The support, the basis, the substance, the essence of this life... is just based on one thing. His love. It is not even understood... but the heart knows it well... recognizes clearly... and goes on its way committedly... the head reasons it out later...
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