Definitely, it worked.
No matter what the situation is, the hope to perform always helps me show up with whatever I have. A hope to be better someday. A hope to improve myself, to be aware of myself. It works as a motivation to carry forward what I started a few months back. To carry forward my experiences and evolve over time.
For sure, every day isn't the same; but hope remains the same. A hope that tomorrow I would express much better than all days. What if tomorrow I don't make mistakes while writing out my voice? Such uncertain questions have made hope a certainty to grow. The desire to be better pushes efforts to their fullest.
Everything starts with expectations, whether it's a small start, consistency, discipline building, or curiosity. These learnings are not only the result of efforts, but also the result of expectations. Expectations from myself, from my voice, from the words I voice out. The day I started writing blogs, I hoped to see myself being better than the older days. The thoughts pushed my hesitation back, taking a decision to express.
Hope is a choice between decisions. It's the clarity in chaos. The clarity which gives all the perspectives of the options. The clarity which defines the decision.
While writing a few days back, I wasn't motivated enough to write about myself. I wasn't silent, but I wasn't sure about voicing myself. Suddenly, an expectation for consistency helped me drop my thought to skip. I got blank before sharing but showed up without a second thought.
Although with thoughts comes confusion. When I was trying to understand what my desire is, I got two voices. One defined my reality, holding me back. The second defined what I could be, pushing me to outshine. I chose my inner voice to outshine over the one pulling me back. Trying and learning matters more than trying.
Hope lights the path, effort walks it. That’s how I show up.
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