Diary on the Fifth Day

Today is the fifth day of my writing on this platform. This morning, as a new habit, when I opened my eyes, I found my mobile phone and tried to write something. Contrary to the days before, I found no idea to present.

Half an hour passed. I still had no words to publish.

Then, I looked at the sunlight penetrating through the glass panel and asked myself unyieldingly: Is this just the end of my writing dream?

At the beginning of my writing here, I was filled with excitement and inspiration. I even thought that it was too easy for me to present a short article every day. But today, I was compelled to admit that it is never the case. Writing is sometimes very difficult, even a burden, especially if you really want to write satisfactorily or professionally.

What I should do now is encourage myself. But this is only the fifth day of my constant writing. Can I really insist on in the comming days, weeks, and months?