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I have this nagging feeling that my best work yet is hidden somewhere in the bottomless recesses of my empty mind. You just hate it when a non-routine, high-stress and low-pay job gets in the way of your creative freedom and urge to create. I felt that I've been so out of touch with my personal creative self that my knack for coming up with anything that makes sense has hidden behind the lame forest of overgrowth, crazy vines and nameless foliage that is my latent creative self. I am a hobbyist, yes and I know this should be the least of my priorities according to Maslow's Hierarchy of "human" needs but what the heck, I'm entitled to my own w

why did i not think of using this space before? why did quitting my job as a graphic designer and writer 5 years ago make me feel more like an artist today? why can't i outgrow The Silmarillion? why did LOTR suddenly look like child's play after i read the Silmarillion? why can't i get excited over Twilight and Avatar? why can't i finish the silly Legendarium i'm working on for 2 years now? why is it so hard for me to learn how to design web pages? why can't a turtle leave its shell the way a hermit crab does? why am i writing this journal all of a sudden? why?