Making your hobby (and passion) to be your full-time job is like a curse. At first, it feels like an oasis, doing what you love and getting paid for it. But after a while — like one or two years, it drains you.
Writing was my savior before. I write almost every day, doing it freely, publishing it on several media, and getting praise because somehow, it gives validation to certain people. Your writing moves me, they said.
How I long to write without worries, pouring my world into sentences freely. It makes me wonder, is it just a phase, or I’m not like doing it anymore? Dislike some things you used to like before are the most human things, but what will I do if I’m not writing?
