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Unfound Soul

One of the most difficult times for the writers is the time when they lose their inspiration. They lose creativity, search for their muses, write many unpublished drafts, and cry in silence.

In such times, writers may try to seek an inspiring spot where they can find their lost skill. Other writers, may evoke their pain to find inspiration. Few writers may quit writing!

Quitting writing is a desperate resolution for the writers who lost their inspiration. They know that they want to avoid pain found in their writings, they seek peace, and they want to stop thinking.

Yet, it is not an easy decision to quit writing, because writers know that a part of their existence is reflected in each word they write, in each moment of pain they share with their readers, in each time they realize the meaning of life through writing, and in each moment they shed a tear!

My dear readers, it is not an easy decision to stop writing again, I stopped before for 6 or 7 years. But, my soul is no longer here, my inspiration is fading away, and my muse embodied in a butterfly is flying away!

I search inside my soul for a meaning to reveal through writings but I fail to find anything, except emptiness. Recently life was unkind to me and I have to fight all the time. Maybe it is just a matter of time and I will be back. Maybe, I will give up and surrender! I am not sure about what will happen but I am definite that I am losing my soul that is reflected in my writings!

I will miss your comments! Please pray for me to find my butterfly again! Thank you!






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