On writing and not writing

Inactivity in life leads to more inactivity leading to further uselesssness and further hopelessness in life. By inactivity I don’t mean a day or two of languid leisure,whatI mean is an endless strech of unknown happenings. For a very long while now,  longer than weeks and months, longer than I’d like to admit, I have been waiting, for an iota of will, for some motivation, for some sign that writing, or to be precise words will come to me. But they haven’t. To be honest, it is not only writing t...