Short Story No.9: On Motivation

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On Motivation 

Blogpost written by The Eaghams 

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Staying in a car, it has seats that can be like a bed and there's a roof. There's room for possessions, but mainly geared toward movement and change. We feel that we should be getting somewhere, after all our travels here and there. I've clocked up some miles: He was thirty five now and I will be thirty six in January. If we can move up a gear and really get going then the screen of vistas will be filled with new pictures like a box brain, a car. These pedals are the sort that wont get us in a jam. We used to live with others, now there's new passengers on this ride. Being myself, fitting on a parking space on the roads you travel. Though you've learned of the road to read the signs to take good advice, you've been motivated to drive through the maps of your own making,your imagination, creating. To find your direction in life, not looking over our hard shoulders, the memories we have forged passed, creating momentum with the soundtrack to our lives.

He sells Rolls Royces in a showroom he wears a tie and suit and lots of people come just to see the cars and the interior. He had clocked alot of miles in his journey of life, if you were to walk in his shoes that stepped on the accelerators, his motivation was to progress: milestones . He was in his job after many shifts of gear: key paino salesman, where customers rummaged along the keys. Other times he was working in a 10 storey building in a hectic office. We were all gathered like we were in showrooms, when you were at a Cafe by the window seat, where everyone drove through their agendas: We were all on the road: a broad and an endless road for a Rolls Royce, big wheels and smooth drive.The interior was leather: his suede jacket hung on hanger in the passenger seat. He had his suit tailored to the centimetre. There was a photo dangling on the drivers mirror.

The manelpiece of the drivers interior had a built in sound system that is technical and hard to describe with words. The music spoke for itself. The music was varied and painted scenes in his imagination. His windscreen framed great vistas of the English landscape.

The tailor made suits for women. He ran a boutique. He made is a brand to assist women become more successful. The suits are immaculate. He went to bars talking to people and he would also offer his tailoring service.

© Zubyre Parvez 2017 All Rights Reserved

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The EaghamsWRITER BIO: Zubyre Parvez (BA hons) studied English Literature at Hertfordshire University. He writes song lyrics, poetry, short stories, reviews, and articles for The Taoist Crucible.  His poetry won runners up in a competition judged by Simon Armitage and Margaret Atwood. His poetry has been published in Kobita. His articles have appeared in The Epoch Times as a journalist for the newspaper. He has worked for New Tang Dynasty Television as a journalist. You can catch up with his tweets @TheEaghams
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