One of my underlying (yet unfulfilled) desires is to move away from being simply a consumer to being a producer. I want to produce, whether writing or art, something that has value for others. I want to make something that has worthiness outside of me.
Yet...laziness and passivity and consumption beckon me. Even in just stepping out of the house, I feel the pull of the couch and computer. To produce, to be active, I must work against this part of myself. I must work in spite of myself.
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