I feel overly unmotivated to write or do anything. Even if I do want to write, all my thoughts and ideas go away as soon as I sit down to write. I planned out four stories; beginning to end but feeling unmotivated my fingers freeze right above these keys.
My mind is my own enemy, it never cooperates with me. All my efforts keep going in vain as a mess of unwanted thoughts fill this mind of mine.
I know life can be stressful, but isn't that what makes us feel alive? All the pain, the happiness, the emotions that light up our faces when we feel.
I don't understand why but I find writing my emotions down way more comfortable than speaking my thoughts to someone else.
When I felt too down, writing and music helped me know myself better than anyone else.
Everyone surely leaves us in the end, but I'll do my best to make sure the memories they leave behind are good ones. I'll try my best to move on 'cause life goes on even without those who leave us.
Holding a big smile on my face, waving my hand at them; I will move on. I will work hard make sure I don't have any regrets in the end. I will work hard just to take a good rest and start again.
Because so is life, challenging and adventurous.