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Rebekah King Rebekah King
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Lacking Inspiration

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I don't write anymore. I haven't had inspiration for a piece in a long time. I haven't written a word of my novel for over a year. I don't have the time or the motivation for writing. Adulthood has sucked the creativity right out of me. I feel like every minute I'm not doing something to earn me money or study or further my goals in life, I'm wasting my time. Unfortunately I don't have the time to waste on the things I used to love doing most. The words are gone and the dreams are dead, it seems. It's perfectly clear that talent isn't going to earn me a living, so I can't afford to spend time developing my talents. It's sad, but it's true. I should be getting better as I grow older, but the more time passes, the further away from my hobbies I get. The world we live in is so grey and dull and monotonous that it forces me to forget the joy and not see the point in creative pursuits. Instead I spend my hours mindlessly watching TV or YouTube or scrolling Facebook when I want so desperately to do something creative. I just can't muster the energy to sit up from my browsing position, put my fingers to the keyboard, and breathe life into the words on the screen, something that used to be so easy for me. Now it just feels like a luxury that I simply don't have time for. I wouldn't know what to say anyway. I need inspiration, but it certainly doesn't come easy, if at all. I used to have such big dreams, but they seem more and more like fantasies with every passing day. I'm 21 years old and I've already given up on my dreams.

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