For every tiny task I finish when I really don’t want to, I know there will be a reward somewhere. I don’t need it right now, I just know it will be there when I’ll need it.

For every boring activity I bring to an end, knowing that it’s part of a bigger plan, I’ll have a better picture of my life.

For every pushing through, there will be more muscles.

For every unpleasant, yet necessary stuff I finish now, there will be less striving tomorrow.

I decide to accept and embrace boredom as part of my life, for it’s in its dull, flat and grey moments that all the greatness I’m capable of is built, grey second by grey second, flat minute after flat minute, dull hour after dull hour.

As long as I keep pushing forward.