And I’m reaching a point where trying seems like an effort. Especially this blog. I’ve been writing this for five years now, and no one comments, I have less than 41 followers, and I’m not sure what I’m doing wrong.
I’m good at writing. People tell me that. But it’s not making a living for me. And so I have to do things for money that aren’t necessarily things I love. And not seeing any progress with these types of things make me wonder why I try.
Why I try being law-abiding.
Why I try to be polite.
Why I try to be a nice person.
Why I try to be considerate.
Why I try to think of others.
At the same time, there’s more to life than watching YouTube videos.
Where’s the passion?
What IS my passion? Do I even have passion for doing anything, anymore?
No Way! Laowai! 