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.