Where to find motivation and energy to work? Years pass, the questions stay the same.

Thoughts churn, ideas press from within, inspiration swells—it’s overwhelming, impossible to hold back. The need to create, to bring something into existence, something that will live separately from you, open its eyes, gape its mouth, stand on its feet, scream with a hundred, a thousand throats, grow old, grow moss, and never, ever die.

And then the realization hits: coming up with something isn’t enough—you have to make it real, show it, see it through. And that takes time and resources. But time and resources are spent on work. Fine, I’ll just start posting, people will support me.

Then I remember that no one gives a fuck.

How hard it is to be this kind of dreamer.