I don't know what's going on with me. When I'm at work or elsewhere, I have the itch to sit down and write something. Maybe a short story or so. Maybe a commentary article or whatever. Maybe a pathophysiologic process of certain disease. I always have that sort of motivation of, "When I get home, I'd start writing something."
And when I am home, tired from work, take a bath, eat something, sleep. On my off days, I'd lay around in my bed thinking of what I am going to write. I would sit down, browse the internet, watch YouTube, play some games. And before I know it, my off days are gone and I'm off to work.
It's become a cycle. A habit maybe, which is frightening. I don't want to be like this, grow old and have the regrets of not trying harder.
