Finally the commitment became a mundane pleasure. The obligation became a fruition of time and intermediate achievement.
A goal is no longer a far vision, a blur of uncertainty and inconsequential collective minded truth. A goal is now a constant moment of enlightened response and not a intermittent question about inner value, disposition and determination.
My goal is the line I trace everyday rather than the end dot in the future.
I feel the urge, the eagerness, the selfish part of me, present, aware, defined.