What is drive?
Why does an individual do anything? Why do you go out there in this world and speak? Write. Talk. Express?
It is drive. This illustrious and hard to grasp concept that propels all of what we do, every-single-moment. It is a beautiful array and twist of chocolate swirl. It is a tango dance in Argentina. It is the smile of those who just found love. It is life, and it is worth living.
WHY?
This of course is the language of drive. Drive asks ‘why?’ at every moment. What is the point?
Drive is chemistry. It is a dense and subtle form that has no form at all. And of course, it is the most powerful force in our human existence. DRIVE.
Where will you go?
A simple question with uncertain reality and profoundness upon the self.
Why do you care?
Why do you cry?
Why do you proceed?
Drive is beauty. It is the soft cheek bone, and the powerful muscles.
Drive is movement. Drive is stateless. It exists in time and has no regard for it at all.
An impossible collection of thoughts, ideas, perceptions, and desires.
How do you find your drive?
You wait. You think. You walk. You talk. You write. You whistle.
Drive exists at all times. It only appears when you can attach a moment to this universe. When you recognize that we are a spinning globe in the universe. When you realize that the billions of neurons in your mind can understand written characters, the reaction of muscles, and the facades of archaic buildings and cultures.
DRIVE is energy.
It is a crystallized and liquid state, at all times.
It is your own, and everyone else’s. Including the animals, plants, and minerals.
It is omnipresent, and exists only internally.
WHAT IS DRIVE?
It is recognition. It is your own honor roll. It is your own Bentley. It is your own bread. It is love.
WHERE DO YOU FIND THIS STUFF?
Everywhere it can be found, and nowhere it can be recognized. It is illusive, and right in front of your face. It is social, and completely in disguise.
IT IS ALL THAT YOU SEE.
DRIVE. What is it to you?
