The potty of gold

Why chase a phantasmal pot when you can be a zot #MondayMorningWakeUpCall

Sing even if you can’t sell your songs

Paint even if there’s no one to purchase your paintings

Love even if it is a love that is lost

Write even if no one reads your rhymes

Race even if you reap no rewards

Once you experience the joy of singing, painting, loving, writing, racing, doing just about anything simply for the love of it, you lose yourself in your labour. It is when you become one with your vocation and time ceases to exist.

And when you experience the magic of oneness, it’s unlikely that you will crave the phantasmal pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Which sometimes even turns out to be more like a potty of gold.

The rainbow itself becomes the reward.

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