Movement is the key. Force yourself to push on past the landscape of the familiar, the place where things get secured. Fight the urge to circle around the steady pace of comfort, find the low orbit of conformity. Look at where you are but remember where you once wanted to be — the maps and star-charts that once marked out all possible futures. Seek out and find those fewer and fewer places left unmarked by all the people you’ve been before.
Think back to when you were young and stupid. Remember what it felt like when you discovered something that made you less stupid. Find that feeling again. Repeat.