On losing my interest

I blog. But I no longer write. I believe I have lost my interest in writing. Or at least what I thought was my interest. Whatever that was, I am not doing that.

There was a time when I used to find new and creative ways to put my thoughts out. Through fiction. Through sarcasm. Through well-thought-out essays. What I write today is neither. It's neither creative nor well-thought-out. By writing meaningless updates from my life, I rob myself of the opportunity to think deeply.

Is writing regular updates bad? Of course not. Many enjoy doing that, and I respect that.

Is that what I would call my interest? Absolutely not!

After freeing myself of the pressure of being active on social timelines, I want to regain my interest in writing. I want to give myself a chance to find my creative self by giving myself less chance to attain a feeling of achievement through mundane posts.

After all, writing every day just to keep the space updated is not my intention. In my quest to write more, I have forgotten why I started writing in the first place.