Honestly, it isn’t just one big, shiny thing. It’s a thousand small sparks that keep showing up even when I feel tired, uncertain, or a little lost. It’s spiritual, it’s psychological, it’s painfully human, and it’s very “right now.”
First, people motivate me. Especially the ones who don’t have much except their stubborn dedication. I see them, waking up early, practicing in quiet rooms, studying under dim lights, showing up again after rejection, and I think, “If they can keep going with so little, surely I can do my part with what I have.” Their consistency is like a mirror that humbles me and lights a fire at the same time.
Second, tiny wins motivate me more than I expected. I was honestly heartbroken for a year because not even a single copy of my book was selling. It felt like shouting into a void. And then, yesterday, someone bought my first book on Amazon. Just one sale. But I can’t tell you how happy I was. It was like the universe whispering, “See? Keep going.” That one moment gave me so much hope and made me want to write more. It reminded me that progress is often invisible until it suddenly isn’t.
Third, your words motivate me. The comments on my writing, whether it’s on WordPress, YouTube, LinkedIn, or Instagram, mean more than likes ever could. When someone says, “This helped,” “I felt seen,” or “I needed this today,” it feels like a sacred exchange. I write from my heart, but your kindness gives that heart a reason to keep beating publicly. Every thoughtful comment becomes a little anchor for the next piece I’m afraid to share.
On a deeper level, meaning motivates me. Not the kind that looks good on a vision board, but the kind that sits in your chest when you’re alone and asks, “Who are you becoming?” I’m motivated by the idea that my work could soften someone’s day, that my words might be the hand someone reaches for in their 2 a.m. spiral. If I was given this voice, there must be a reason. That belief keeps me going when metrics don’t.
Spiritually, I’m motivated by moments of stillness, short prayers, quiet gratitude, and the simple reminder that I don’t have to carry everything by myself. I think of life like a conversation with something bigger than me. Some days I speak. Some days I listen. On the worst days, I just breathe, and somehow that counts too. The more I lean into trust, the less I need external proof to keep moving.
Psychologically, I’m motivated by the science of small steps. Our brains love tiny promises kept: one page written, one walk taken, one message answered, one video recorded even if it’s not perfect. The nervous system relaxes when it knows I won’t abandon myself. That calm becomes energy. And that energy turns into momentum. It’s not glamorous, but it works.
And I won’t lie: today’s generation has its own storms. We scroll through highlight reels and compare them to our bloopers. We call it “hustle” and then wonder why our hearts feel empty. We measure attention like it’s oxygen. But even in this noise, what motivates me is choosing depth over spectacle. Choosing craft over clout. Choosing to be useful over being famous. I want to make things that help people breathe a little easier, not just scroll a little faster.
A few more things that keep me going:
- Seeing people rebuild after heartbreak. There’s something holy about resilience.
- The DMs that say, “I was going to give up, and then I read this.”
- Long walks without my phone, where ideas finally catch up to me.
- A good routine: water, sunlight, movement, journaling, simple rituals that make my brain feel like home again.
- Learning. Podcasts, books, lectures, anything that reminds me I’m allowed to grow in public.
- Service. When I’m stuck, I try to help someone else. Purpose always clears the fog.
So what motivates me? Real people, small wins, kind words, quiet faith, and the promise that even one honest piece of work can make a difference to someone I’ll never meet. Yesterday’s single book sale felt like a door cracking open. Your comments feel like light pouring in. And the dedication I see in others, especially those who have so little but give so much, reminds me to keep showing up, imperfectly but wholeheartedly.
I’m here. I’m learning. I’m writing. And I’m not giving up.
✨ P.S. A Little Note from My Heart
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