Fire
Sometimes I realize that the fire that has always burned so brightly within, grows dim.
I wonder where the passion, the surety of purpose and place has gone in those moments.
I remember the feeling of drive, of ambition; that burning flame inside of me that has always pushed me to excel.
I know that I have accomplished many things that are difficult to achieve, I’ve conquered every challenge thrown in my direction, or that I have sought for myself to continually push the envelope.
I still have drive, I still push myself, but I often wonder if I still push hard enough, if the fire still burns as brightly as it always has. I wonder where the fuel comes from, if it is inexhaustible or like any other resource if I am coming closer and closer to the limit of my inner-endurance.
My thoughts always move from this into purpose; where am I going and why.
What is it that I am driving myself toward?
I wonder about the people that I have met on this journey and what I have given to and taken from them. I wonder about the people that have put dents in my heart, rents in my soul and thoughts in my mind.
Always I come back to why.
Nosce Te Ipsum
❤
curro ergo sum 
It comes from your soul and ego is the snuffer. I have also learned it is less about pushing and more about releasing.
Interesting, I’ve never thought about the ego as a neutralizing agent before. I think perhaps you are right though, as for releasing instead of pushing; I think that is the crux, I’ve never been very good at surrender.
But the other way is only the *illusion* of strength.
Ponder that.