Motivation.

Sometimes it glimmers like a bright shining star in the darkness, making it very easy to see; very easy to reach for. Sometimes it helps show you the way, it helps keep you passionate, it keeps you caring about the things you love and enjoy.

Like any good thing, it also has a dark side. Its presence can sometimes be extremely unnerving, or rather, its lack there of.

Why does it just sometimes disappear like that? Where does it go? Sometimes, I worry about it ever coming back; it staying away is one of my biggest fears. I don't want to lose interest in the things I love. Will I look like I don't care? Will I seem lazy?

People might lose interest in me.

I could force myself to write, but it might turn out crap. I don't want people to hate it.

I don't want people to hate me.

I love what I do, with all my heart, but I hate getting trapped in this stupid cycle. Motivation can really be both my angel and my devil.

I don't want to let the lack of motivation get in my way.