March 10th: Everyone needs...

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Everyone needs to care about something. Maybe it's because I'm listening to really emotional music right now, but it would still be true with or without the dulcet tones of CHPTRS's "Obvious" echoing in my ears.
If I didn't care about being on time for work, or getting to make and eat a delicious bowl of porridge for breakfast, why would I get out of bed? If I didn't care about wearing clean clothes or living in a tidy space, why would I bother doing any housework? If I didn't care what happened to the characters in the book I was reading, why would I waste time continuing on?
Part of my job as a teacher is to motivate pupils. If they aren't motivated to complete the tasks I lay before them, then what is the point of any of it? Linking schoolwork to something they truly care about - like themselves, their families or their hobbies - is bound to draw them in, and help see them to the end.
I do the things I do because I care about something greater. I read to broaden my mind. I go to sessions to learn more tunes and meet new people. I go walking because I enjoy being in nature and, let's face it, I want to boost those Fitbit steps too. I spend hours every week clicking and typing on a laptop to craft quality lessons for my pupils, whom I also care about a great deal. What is this life, my only life as far as I am concerned, if it is not fueled by a passion of some sort?
What do you care about? And why?

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