I Will Fix My Broken Pen

May I just reblog this one. Randomly reading back the author’s articles then this caught my attention. Now I really feel her. Not because we are in the same situation but because I just could feel a little now of how she must have felt while she was writing this. Weirdly, I am all the more inspired haha.

Yzagada

The Irony The Irony

Confucius said, “Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.” I chose my current job for this main reason but unfortunately such is not the case. I feel deceived.

I realized that when I write just to write, I am happy. But when I write because I am required to, it feels oppressive.

This is seriously breaking my heart. Crumpled papers and broken pens (or make that blinking cursor on an empty page) have become familiar sights recently.

Writers have blocks. But this is not it. This is more like a flare reduced to an ember and then an ember that’s doused with water. Yet I refuse to believe that the passion’s gone. A true love can never be gone.

This is me convincing myself that it may just be the work environment. That the idea of being tied…

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