I need motivation! Something to give me that continuous push that I yarn for at the verge of every big outcome. If my mama reads this, she might say, "read your bible, pray everyday, if you want to grow." Having nothing against reading the bible, praying, and of course growth, but sometimes a person needs to look into themselves, into nature, into patterns, into people, for that continuous push which we call, motivation.

Sometimes I ask myself whether coming to Springfield was a bad decision because I long for those types of motivation that stems from an early morning jog along the sea shores of sun rise California, or the crowded streets of Beijing, where every man is for himself or the artsy towns across Accra, where the people strive to communicate the words of our dear ancestors who navigated through life the way we wish to do, or the chill motivational vibe that tends to grasp my soul whenever I touch down in Seattle - maybe it's the feeling of being in the fun-filled West Coast, where the mountains salute you from every angle and the breathe of technology innovators linger in the atmosphere,  maybe it's the sense of security, knowing that I'm only a few 'Michael Phelps breaststrokes' away from Beautiful British Columbia.

I guess the world categorizes people like me as "dreamers." That's good because I'm proud to be known as someone who believes in life beyond present circumstances, life outside Springfield, life full of empty memory spaces, needed to be filled with stories to be shared with my offsprings.
Will I find the continuous push that I yarn for at the verge of every big outcome, motivation, in my present habitat? I just have to continue in such search because for now, I guess Springfield is mine and I am Springfield.