One day, somewhere in life, intensity begins to wane . . . gradually at first, melting into inactivity, morphing toward a creature who simply doesn't feel like getting up or going anymore. Just sliding along quietly, doing what is required, little more.
Any exciting thought passes through quickly, is gone. The feeling once so important seems light years away . . . contained within some mental time capsule carelessly stashed for unearthing at the right time. Partly physical, largely mental, this letting go of want & need. Motivation stems from both.
The sudden knowledge that we have carried out far fewer wild & crazy acts than originally desired can be daunting . . . even debilitating . . . however, it is never too late. Each day, do something joyous and risky; ride into a sunset, meet life halfway, or get in reality's face - damn the torpedoes, do it. That minor shot of adrenalin can provide a high glow of satisfaction.
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