from the souldesk of sarah

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an emotional writer, who thinks that listening to songs in her car while thinking to herself is considered as meditating, who is addicted to procrastination that she needs an intervention before she stops herself from succeeding, who wants her butter cream frosting on her cake without getting an ounce of calorie, who...... is still figuring out what this blog will be about.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Passion

In doing any kind of job or even a small task, when heart is not in it, its quite impossible to achieve a satisfactory result. Even when the task is accomplished, and satisfactory to the pertinent person, there is a gape in your heart. As if someone or something had opened it up to peer inside it, to look for vestige of the "want-to-do-it", couldn't find it, leave and left it open in frustration.

How can I foster passion for the work that I am doing?