When There's No Spark

It's been a few days since I last posted. It seems when you commit yourself to a new project, that project wants to hog all your free time. But that's alright at the moment, just as long as I see some reward at the end. But isn't that the way it's suppose to be, you're rewarded for hard work? 

 Being the certified cynic that I am, you would think I'd say, "not always, sometimes hard work isn't rewarded." But while that can be true in a monetary sense, if you look at life as "teaching moments". Then you can give yourself a reward for even the failures you experience. 

 You can look at this as some sad daily affirmation or poorly worded "hang on there" poster in a lifeless cube farm. Still as I get older I'm learning life can't always be treated with a cynical eye. There are genuine moments of good over bad but it's up to us to find them.

 Today is a good example of this, I started this post without a single clue where it might go. Often I can sit in front of a blank screen and pound out a few coherent thoughts. But today has been a struggle, this is my third time looking for a clear thought. But now I think I can see what my inner soul is wanting to say to you. 

 That not every day brings a pot of gold, hell must days only give a pile of shit. It's up to you to either look at that pile and either give up and go another day. This may not be much of a post, but it's the best I got for now. And, isn't that all we can ask of ourselves.       

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