The algorithm found a meme for me yesterday.

Nobody talks about how change doesn’t require motivation.

It requires disgust. You don’t transform because you’re inspired. You transform because you’re finally sick of your own excuses. Disgust is the strongest fuel there is. Embrace it.

It’s not wrong. This is why I’ve stopped progressing. Hell, my wheels aren’t even spinning.

Comfort is one hell of a drug!

Do I have wants? Desires? Certainly.

Needs? Not so much.

Ironic how my desire to perfect the art of doing absolutely nothing hasn’t fulfilled me at all. While it is a goal, it is definitely easier to have something (at least quasi-)tangible to work towards.

Like when I was determined to weigh 140 for my class reunion.

Or determined to adventure Bucharest on my own.

Now... I’m clearly not disgusted with my disinterest in getting out of bed.

When it gets down to it, all of the motivation and inspiration in the world is fleeting. Humans crave comfort. Rest.

Yeah, it’d be cool to make a bajillion dollars before the year’s out—and I can point to at least five Instagram influencers who will help you do it—but you aren’t lacking motivation. Nor inspiration.

You are not disgusted with your life. You are content to do your time at work/school. Then go home and play video games until you’re sufficiently numb. Maybe scroll some social media reels. Have a snack and a nap and do it all again tomorrow.

And I am not sufficiently disgusted with my life. Perhaps, awareness of wondering why I am not disgusted with my own life will begin this... because my life is not great. It can be so much more.

Compensation alone is a poor motivator. And family/friends who don’t share your vision will destroy any inspiration. When will you be disgusted with your “lot in life?” They don’t want to see you improve. They tend to like you as you are.

Time to get disgusted.