🧠 “The Gym Inside Our Head” 🧠

There’s a tiny gym inside your mind,
With treadmills of dreams you’ve yet to find.
Weights of worry stacked so high,
And mirrors reflecting your why.

Motivation’s not some sparkly guest,
It skips the lazy, tests the rest.
It snoozes when you sit and wait,
But wakes when effort lifts its weight.

Each “I’ll do it later” is a skipped rep done,
Each “let’s just start” — a battle won.
Discipline spots you when you shake,
Whispers, “Keep going — you won’t break.”

Some days it’s tough, your will feels sore,
But muscles grow from doing more.
The trick’s not magic, nor fate’s demand —
It’s showing up, with trembling hand.

For in that gym inside your brain,
You sweat through doubt, you push through pain.
And one fine day, you’ll proudly grin —
The muscle called motivation will flex from within. 💪✨