We come from a world saturated with targets. We’re placed in it with our choice of firepower and an empty clip. Some of us fall into contentment with a lifestyle of shooting blanks. Some of us place ourselves into a lustful frenzy in hopes of acquiring our own artillery of character. There’s a narrow margin that actually know what the ammunition calls for. 

Willpower is a gun. It establishes its existence in the earliest stages of your life. It’s the driving force behind whether you cry over an instance, or celebrate it. It helps put in motion the things that should be fought for and what should be left as is. A lifetime of fulfillment is what your willpower seeks in desperation. When you can weave your way into a situation fully aware of your intentions, you can identify your willpower. When you can untangle a mass of emotional corrosion to truly pursue an endeavor, you can identify your willpower.

From the start, I’ve ground my mental gears for the pure necessity of letting activity take stage in my days. I come from a narrow margin where goals are outdone by conceiving and pursuing with a code of conduct. My willpower used to reign free, but I’ve wrestled with it enough in bed to really understand its sentiments. I’ve catered to the fact that compassion will never let up its stronghold on me, so the influence it brings on a consistent basis throws any inhumane thought to the curb. I feel for the people in need and for the people out of it. Its like I want to caress the hand of humanity with every simple encounter with another. I’ve played out my arrogant phases and bit my tongue a little too late plenty of times over the recent years. All this for-the-people overhang has thrown everything in my life into the “Grand Scheme of Things”. I view my compassionate efforts as the bullets in my chamber of doing.

It seems to me that my trigger finger is my subconscious. I know your thinking of the movie Inception when you lay eyes on the word, but instincts and the motives that seem to be invisible are real pieces of our mind puzzles. There’s a see-through sensibility that has the right mind for when to fire shots and when to duck for cover. 

We’re all at war with standards. Some of us fight in the rules’ defense, some of us push violently for a change. To clearly establish yourself in the ranks, you need to eat, drink, sleep, work and play with your willpower. Pinpoint whatever drives you in your directions and your ability to foresee improves in a flash. You determine your caliber and seek out your cartridge’s needs. Your willpower may never be an atomic bomb, but consequence can surely strengthen the blow of your weapon in due time. I think my willpower is a Smith & Wesson.

-MM