I often reflect on this decision to make a website. It is in my mind all the time, it never left. Each glance on it, each thought, each idea seems to spark a glimp of inspiration. A bit of hope. Yet, I never delivered even a fraction of what I promised to myself I would. Yet, the fact that I keep paying for the hosting and a domain explains a lot of things that are happening in my subconsciousness. This is no longer about lack of skill. This is about the willing. The dedication, the psychology. How can the dedication fade as long as the motivation's fed?

"It is in thy power continuously to fan these thoughts into a flame." - as Marcus Aurelius once said, completely unrelated to the topic, yet, suitable in the current circumstance. I may try just that.