Is one born to slog their entire life? The mantra has always been that you must work hard, go to University, study hard, pick a job and then slog your whole life away at it until you retire and live in poverty.

Just who or what do you slog for? For family, or for yourself?

I wish I could say its for the latter, but when you have a sense that you are slogging to fulfil an unnerving debt of gratitude, commitment & responsibility to the former and planning to form an imaginary one of your own – you just envy those that only slog for the latter.

To say that I’ve never been envious of peers who never really had to slog a single day of their life, or only require to slog for their own beneficial luxuries, would be a blatant lie.

So, why do I have had to work hours, days, and even nights on end when everyone else is enjoying life?

Perhaps I don’t love my life enough at the moment. A motivational being might well be the answer.