I’ve been the uninterested one before. The one sending out platonic vibes strong enough to be picked up by radio.
They don’t have some magic pill that makes them feel ready and inspired every day. But the difference is that the people who stick with their goals don’t let their emotions determine their actions.
Family members who make you feel terribly about yourself, who contribute nothing to your life, and whose only connection to you is genetics at this point.
You’ve never, upon taking every pain to stay dry out in the storm, had someone who was perhaps not so careful make your one side wetter than it had been before.