It's amazing what one can focus on during an escape. Our ability to prioritize the secondary objectives seems incredibly effective. Primary objectives, if ambitious enough, cause a bit of shock. They can breed hesitation, procrastination, and excuses. But by comparison, an alternative agenda seems to brighten the day.
There's a psychological association with the mission, some ominous attachment that causes the ego to eject like a pilot from a flaming jet.
School to video games,
writing to exercising,
social ventures to sleep,
family get together to school work
There's no pattern, just mindless and arbitrary hopping. The question is then if we can't acquire the diverging energy and reinvest it, at its peak, in the task at hand? Why can't we catch the blasted devil that is our own elusive will and stick in its seat and point it at the bulls-eye?
How simple would life be if we could take the impulse of our distraction and stack it upon the most important order we've given to ourselves: to live healthy, to be self-confident and have conviction, to achieve mastery, to accomplish effortlessly all the goals that fall within our radar? What if we could take that very natural interest we have in all things aside the great issues and sharpen them consciously upon the opportunity for success in whatever idea that has the greatest potential impact in our lives?
It's so easy to do what I shouldn't be doing and such a pain in the ass to do what I'm know I'm supposed to. If I can find a way to swap these values, if I can just find a way to adjust for the emotional lapse, and take its reinvestment back where it belongs, well . . . nothing could stop me.