If you ever want to feel small, try climbing up a mountain. It’s during times like these that I feel like my journey is huge, almost impossible.

We are packets of movements, repeated every single day. In essence, we are periodic, operating on cycles that make us beings of habit.

There’s always a way to burn away your passion for your craft.

It’s a nice idea, but the reality is that this never occurs. While we may enjoy an activity and say we love it more than any other, the love for it is not constant. Instead, it’s like a wave, with crests and troughs that occur at various times. However, unlike a wave it is more random. At times, the love for an activity may be at a maximum and stay there for weeks. During other stretches of time, motivation may be at a minimum, to the point that others would quit.