It seems easy; this whole "do what makes you happy" sort of thing. Why is it so hard to manifest into reality? It is true that we can obtain things in life that we proclaim into the universe. So, why does it feel like we are so stuck sometimes? Here's a little poem I wrote about feeling unmotivated and momentarily, stuck.

You need a fire beneath your feet to motivate your every move or you may not move at all.

Bed,

A sunken bed.

I'd lay for the next few years if I had the chance.

Dragging feet

Across the unswept floor,

Lacking effort to encourage each step.

Flimsy movements,

Proceeding the motions of each day;

Absentmindedly.

A new rhythm

Much needed

To spark that fire I once obtained.

Seeking

That vital spark

That I desperately craved.

Bed,

Fastened and cemented;

For now.