I went out for a drive this afternoon. Not that I needed to go anywhere in particular; I was just fed up with revision and, at the time, driving appeared as one of few acceptable alternatives. So I was driving through the countryside wondering where to find the motivation to pass finals when I was graced with a sign. A sign among a swathe of daffodils. Okay, so this wasn’t the burning bush of Moses but it probably was as miraculous an example of luminescent flora as one can hope to experience in this secular age. But what was remarkable was the way in which it anticipated my predicament: the sign was shaped like an arrow and bore a solitary inscription, “Motivation”.
The thought briefly crossed my mind that following the sign might lead to the source of motivation. Something perhaps akin to the fountain of eternal youth. Unable to resist such foolishness – and perhaps because the alternative was to drive home and study – I found myself obeying the arrow and searching for motivation in a form which I never imagined it might exist.
Having completed my adventure, I can happily relay that motivation is not only something that evades students around exam time. Motivation is also a charity working to improve the lives of people with mobility difficulties. Should you ever deign to visit their headquarters, at the end of a long winding country path in Somerset, just follow the sign marked “Motivation”. I hope you find it!