I don't quite know, what to tell you...
In my quest to become a better person and feel better, I lost my direction.
What made me happy before? What transformed my life for the better? It was writing. I never felt more energized or fulfilled, than when I let my thoughts fly between my mind, fingers and the keyboard.
How did it happen that I lost the desire to write? I thought about it and came to a conclusion: I let people's moods and attacks influence me too much. Those of real talent and the future rarely allow someone else come between them and their art.
Not that I consider myself an artist. I CAN write, but lack the drive, which accompanies the true mastery.
So, I will start over. Perhaps, I will find inspiration again. Will you, my readers, help? I need your input in a form of comments!