So what do you do when you can’t do the one thing that you’ve always dreamed of? I’ve run out of excuses as to why I don’t do it. I have zero discipline. Perhaps not everyone’s dreams are meant to come true. The problem is, when I say I’m giving up, when I quit, something happens and I prove myself wrong sometimes. But what kind of existence is that? Accomplishing your dreams based on self-threats? It’s a joke, really. I find all the inspiration in the world, but no motivation to get things done.
I’m not really a writer. I only pretend to be and occasionally dream of writing.