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I must have been failing for a reason!
Story of my failures I never told anyone.
Life is a race.
I bet we all have heard it while growing up.
I did too.
I don’t know how to narrate my failure story and make it all accessible. I am short on words.
Despite being a writer for almost a decade in the world of professionals. I find myself naive.
Why? I don’t know.
I know why.
Today, I am not in the mood to write my creative best because my creative fire is getting dim. The spark of writing is somehow reducing. I know why.
Because I am failing.
I am failing on the path of creativity that God has given me to survive in this chaotic world. I am forgetting the power that I showered with.
Why are humans so naive, especially the people who are blessed with art?
I can visualize my future as a successful story if I take action to fulfill my heart’s desire. But the world is holding me back with unbearable responsibilities that I cannot neglect.
I need to keep hassling to meet my needs over my heart and its craving to tell what I am blessed with.
