As time goes on, it’s easy to assume we have grown and improved. That’s what I always assumed with myself. Time means more wisdom and experiences under my belt. But here I am. I feel like there’s no progression. It should make me scared but mostly it makes me sad. It’s been a slow burnout.
I get many bursts of energy where I am determined and inspired but it dies out. But now I realized it was more than that. When I talked about my creative wall, it was more in terms of content. I didn’t know what to write and where to go with it. But this is more in terms of how I write.
My friend recently shared a post I wrote a couple of years ago and I was surprised at how well it was written. It made me sad that I can write something almost poetic and have resorted to a mediocre type of writing. Is it hard to see my skill fade away? Yes. But now it’s up to me to brush it off and put it into practice.
So here we go to finding the fire again.
