Intention

If there is one thing I’ve learned, it’s that having intentions without motivation and direction is like knowing where you want to go without knowing how to get there geologically and without having any method of transportation.

The good intentions of others are like the little dreams you have in-between snoozing your alarm clock. They are barely real. Or they are real, but they make almost no real sense. They get lost throughout my day until I am stirring a coffee on my lunch break and remember the traffic cone that was trying to teach maths to a flying seal and bowling pin in my dream. I have a presentation coming up and I could just wing it and tell them about this, but I’d rather just stick to the script I prepared, right?

The many escape plans I made were well intentioned with no gas and no direction. Intention is the wanting to go. Motivation is the gas. Having goals is the directions. When I have all three, then I become a vehicle. I drive my life.