I don’t remember the last time I cried in agony.
I don’t remember the last time I wrote something for non-commercial purpose.
I don’t remember the last time I read something fictional.
I don’t remember the last time someone refereed me as a poet.
I don’t remember the last time I gave life advice to somebody.
Something in me has disappeared.
I howled with laughter just today.
I wrote a long pitch deck just today.
I read a roadmap of building great products just today.
I was complemented as a charismatic salesperson just today.
I gave career advices to a younger sister just today.
Something in me has awakened.
But where is the art in that?
