Burning

The fire keeps burning.

I wish that the fire I'm talking about is an undying passion to do something but it's not.

When I think about the things I'm passionate about, I feel like, I've lost the courage to pursue that.

Everyday I just feel so tired to do something. Sometimes, no, most of the times, I would start doing something that I usually enjoy but I always end up dropping that. When I think about the videos I've missed editing for my channel, I always ask myself why didn't I have the courage to start or end those. Everyday feels like a cassette tape, you play, rewind, play again, then stop and maybe not play anymore.

I've lost the fire in me. I miss my old self. And I feel sorry for her.

You can never stop a fire if you continue to add woods or papers, or worst, fuel.