This is what we should all turn to.

the sound of
wind breathing into flushed ears
crackling from forgotten leaves underfoot
soft, melodious twittering composed by beaks at the height of branches
these are my motivators.

the aroma of
sprinklers just stuttering into to life, bring brisk, morning showers
flowers unfolding delicate, prismatic petals and blinking with sleep ridden eyes
luscious trees standing tall; they are awakening from lengthy slumbers at last
this persuades my lungs.

To keep our minds rolling, hearts pumping, blood flowing.