Something killed me. Or maybe killed the creative rebel inside me.
Whatever the truth maybe, I have decided to not seek approval from anyone, anymore; at least not for my creative work and for being myself.
I used to ask myself whether I shall continue writing because I had lost all the hope in my written words.
As if suddenly the words have lost all the power I thought they possess to change the world around you and me.
The doubt, “Is there a writer within me?” almost drowned me into hopelessness.