Why I don't write.
I haven't written in a really long time - not on my blog, not in my journal, nowhere. Looking for reasons, I write this, hoping to find some answers unraveling my thoughts into words. Logically, there are many but when I ponder over them, there is only one that really matters -- that I have stopped believing in my writing... slowly and steadily. I am not particularly sure how that happened but it is important for me to acknowledge that it has. ..And try to think more. I have always believed that writing is my calling, that this is what I will end up doing regardless of where I am now. Because I felt that way, imagining all the time in the world to do it at some point, I never invested in it. I have never spent time learning about the minutiae - writing on whims, basking in the feeling of happiness about the pieces being relate-able. But what happens when things don't happen in my life that are someone else's stories too, what do I write about then? May be that's my s