Hard Times Come Again
I'm already struggling hard to find motivations to bring me to write. What do I have to write?
But I won't complain. Pity is a terrible depressor. I've been doing what I've set forth to do. I practiced piano. I read the intro of my book. All things to move me toward my goal. I'm moving, and it's no surprise to meet discouragement already. There are many disappointing moments in my past, but I don't let regret into my life. There's no place for it.
More practicing and sacrifice is needed today.