What is Motivation

I am a broken wheel no more, no less sitting on the edge of a barren slope taunted by my own eagerness taunted by my very defect envious by the speed of my peers envious by their drive, their willpower their ability to roll without thought, without regret all while I lie, broken upon the hillside and while our conversations may be intimate, heartwarming, inspirational... no wheel ever loses the ability to pass me by and while I, in an instant will give a friendly push to the wheels around me... I wonder sometimes, when will it be my turn? to spin freely down the road my friends have traveled before me or shall a steeper slope be carved from the tracks of my kin and perhaps carry me with it... who shall fix me? or when shall I fix myself? the question spins endlessly in my mind like the peg of a friend fading into the distance down the ravine. While I continue sitting on the edge of a barren slope