Today I didn't feel like doing anything. I didn't feel like writing either, I just wanted to take a time off and reflect on so many things that bothers me. But here I am still writing, even though my head is blocked out of ideas and what to pen down, I just want to write and it doesn't matter what I write , until I asked myself in the process "what is my drive?". "Why do I still write when I have a writer's block, even when I'm not motivated and my body is weary from the day's stress?"
I checked my writing streak for last year and I was amazed how consistent I was for 351 days and I consistently met milestones of weekly and monthly streaks. I told myself there's something that drives me beyond the reward. If I had to lay focus on that, I would be long gone because nothing seemed encouraging on the outside, rather, it kept getting worse. A few tries by people I referred to and they're already discouraged. I had to wonder what my drive was. I never gave it a thought until tonight when I initially wanted to stay a day off without success.
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After counting on so many things, I realized the only thing that holds water was the fact that I feel a sense of gratitude that staying off feels weird. No one is tied to it, but writing daily looks like a day well spent to me. Each day I have free time, and if it ends without me penning something down, it looks like a wasted time. I have grown as a reason for this platform, and one thing that counts is persistence and if there is nothing else that I offer, I have this to give. At the end of the gibberish that I just wrote, I'll conclude the post with an answer to the question, "what is my drive for writing daily?" And the simple answer is "writing has become a part of me"
