Anything that is sourly done reflects a sourly outcome. Ever notice a canvass of painting that conveys a message of deep somber emotions? Directly ask the painter how did he manage to create such a picturesque of woven image of thought... he'd definitely say, i was in a state of loneliness, or in the mood to express thyself for pain or sorrow.
Everyday in life's passing, each of us has a time to get such feelings, feelings of anxiety, of getting irritated, of being guiltily unsatisfied as our conscience screams: "i dont want to do this anymore!"...
Whenever i feel such longings and turmoils which are inevitable in this day to day living, i do follow these simple steps:
1. Make at peace with thyself consciously on the situation currently at hand.
I acknowledge the fact mentally that yes, i'm tired of this BS. Say, doing a workload of inventory which are impossible to finish at a given time frame by the boss. Calm thy senses, do not race through thoughts of negativity.
2. Relax, stop what you're doing and drink a glass of water.
While gulping down that full glass of H2O, bring back in mind the motivation that triggered you to accept the job without reservation.
However small that motivation is before, it is certainly primal and significant. Whatever that purpose wayback, relive and ignite that fire once again.
3. Go back to the work left undone and speak to your mind and heart, that there is an inner purpose.
Not the purpose merely because it was commanded by the boss to have it done, but inject the bigger picture which was clearly defined and remembered while you were gulping that glass of water.
It's true that human emotions at times can be dragged to it's limits of endurance, to the point that you want to give up and shout.
But re-fuelling the passion which has once started it, makes things achievable, and i'm sure passion has the tinge of love. Once it has started and lit up, it's going to create flames. And then the fire with burning desire to accomplish things seemed to be difficult and tiring, would absolutely just as easy as the wind blows...
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