I lay in bed feeling paralysed by demotivation. It is as though I’m chained to heavy bricks that will not allow me to move.
There is a desire to get up. However, I question if the fight to do so is worth it if I don’t know what I’m getting up for.
Do I simply lay here and accept my fate, and let the bricks and chains sink me deeper? Or do I get up with faith that with each step I’ll find a reason to be up, that each step I might find a purpose for my waking.
I find solace in the breath in my lungs, they are a reminder that God Himself is not done with me yet. Perhaps the first purpose is to find His purpose.