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I have this strange aversion to writing lately. It’s not that I don’t like it – it is one of my favorite things to do, but I can’t seem to write anything longer than 500 words. I start and abandon things – posts, essays, reviews of stuff I read and watched, stories. I don’t have an excuse. Or maybe I do, but I don’t think it is useful. I suddenly feel my age, and I don’t like it. I feel the weight of all the dreams and plans and hopes I had that are not going to be realized ever. I keep thinking what I should have done, and I keep doing nothing, besides functioning. I still have dreams and plans and hopes, but I am afraid to commit to any of them, fearing I will have to abandon them.