Sometimes human emotions seem to be built ass backwards. If the guy standing on the bridge looking down, about to prove the remarkable fact that his body can splatter on water, were to feel like he had something to live for, maybe he would bother to get something to live for. The problem is that those damn emotions don't kick in until the "something to live for" has already been gotten. Big consolation to the splattered body under the bridge.
It would be helpful if you could borrow some of the emotion that comes from achievement before the achievement's completion. In other words, use your future emotional reward as motivation in the present. If some emotional bank existed, you could borrow a few hundred bucks in raw "fuck, yeah, I kicked ass" bullion, invest it in giving yourself a kick in your own ass, then settle your debt afterwards.
Too bad emotions don't work that way. I guess you could buy a six-pack of Sam (or, if you must, Bud), or a few capsules of something concocted by some Berkeley grad student, and try to force them. But booze and drugs are like those no-name-brand energy bars. It doesn't matter what the fuck they do to you temporarily, you still need to pump the damn iron. Emotions, like muscles, come after you put in the work.
Great. So given that we can't roll up a few pages of an Anthony Robbins self-help book or Oprah Winfrey girl-power magazine and smoke them for inspiration, where the fuck do we get it? It seems like that age-old question: Which came first, the rooster or the rooster's dad? Some fucking bird must have been the first to fuck, for fuck's sake.
Motivation now. That's what we want. How do we get it?
