It’s raining and my favourite thing to do while raining is to write. I’ve not written for so so long. Tho I miss it, I can’t quite find myself finishing even a post when I try to. And I figured I write when I’m enthusiastic, when I’m on a project, when I’m on top of the world. But, when I’m feeling normal I can’t usually write. I’ve been feeling normal for a very very very long time now and it’s totally not something that I am proud of but it has made my heart sooth from all the yearns of my surrounding. And I’m glad.
Things that motivate me are my reasons to write. I know how my life has been all about setting goals and achieving them. But this time, its been a bit slow in that. I’ve been going on with the flow which wasn’t me at all. Still it’s good. To explore and create different sides of character which I never knew existed in me. I learned to listen which I never really did before this, I learned to analyse which I never knew its importance before this, I learned to improve which I thought I had it all before this.
