repeat, then repeat

motivation is bullshit.
a cheap trick.

the only thing real— the only thing that can ever lead you to greatness—is constancy.
doing it again and again and again,
even when it hurts,
even when you don’t want to.

and then, one random day, without warning,
it stands before you:
automatic, absurd, mocking, tangible.

love works the same way.
some pay to find it,
and end up with suicide or syphilis.
others stay.
they endure, they put up with each other, they learn each other.
and then, almost without realizing,
they love each other until it’s impossible
to imagine life without that presence by their side.