Many times it's that exact deprivation that makes us push a little extra to figure out something different, something new.
I remember having a conversation with a fellow writer some time ago about how they were always very well supported as writers by their parents and peers, and how as a result they were very afraid to write at all because they were afraid they would disappoint. Writing, for them, lost that spark. It ceased to be their getaway, and instead became "an obligation", in a sense.
On the contrary, I was never viewed as a writer, also never encouraged to write - actually ridiculed for writing, truth be told. But all that only meant I only ever wrote for me, with no external expectations to meet, and no quota to reach.
Which of us had (has) it better is up to debate, but there's always some good in the bad, too. And some bad in the good.
Thank you for the comment, though! ^^
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