I work on a project with a passion, it occupying every thought and second, for weeks on end.
Then, all of a sudden, I stop. It’s gone. All interest in it has left me. I can no longer be bothered with it.
Is that good or bad? Could be either. Perhaps I’m never meant to finish anything. And perhaps my not finishing is best for me.
Maybe I was just a runaway train, and somebody finally found a way to slam on the brakes or derail me. Did a faint voice call back into my soul?
Last modified: 1 December 2024
