The Professional Loves Her Work. She Is

A Child Has No Trouble Believing The Unbelievable, Nor Does The Genius Or The Madman. It’s Only You And I, With Our Big Brains And Our Tiny Hearts, Who Doubt And Overthink And Hesitate.

For What Can Be More Noble Than To Slay Oneself? Not Literally. Not With A Blade In The Guts. But To Extinguish The Selfish Self Within, That Part Which Looks Only To Its Own Preservation, To Save Its Own Skin. That, I Saw, Was The Victory You Spartans Had Gained Over Yourselves. That Was The Glue. It Was What You Had Learned And It Made Me Stay, To Learn It Too.

The Professional, Though He Accepts Money, Does His Work Out Of Love. He Has To Love It. Otherwise He Wouldn’t Devote His Life To It Of His Own Free Will.

Late At Night Have You Experienced A Vision Of The Person You Might Become, The Work You Could Accomplish, The Realized Being You Were Meant To Be? Are You A Writer Who Doesn't Write, A Painter Who Doesn't Paint, An Entrepreneur Who Never Starts A Venture? Then You Know What Resistance Is.

We Need To Ascend Beyond Our Own Petty Resistance, Our Own Negative Self-judgment And Self-sabotage, Our Own "i'm Not Worthy" Mind-set.