Change.

Back when I fucked everything up pretty horribly, I changed my motto to Change Or Die.
Even got a tattoo to show for it.
I lived by it and changed for better some time ago, though there were some minor mishaps after that.

Things between Cindy and me have been fixed, and we're back together for over a month now.
Still recently I've gotten the feeling that my change isn't complete yet.
There's this annoying feeling that there's something I still need to alter if I really want to reach my full potential, and feel comfortable with who I am or what I do.

After looking at the different aspects of my life, tonight I realized it's most probably the fact that I've chosen to chase my dreams down the wrong path.

I've been writing or trying to write for years, and it feels like I've pretty much drained my resources.
Pretty much anything I write that's worth reading is either an adaptation of my own life or that of people around me, all of which I shamelessly keep repeating with some minor changes.

Completely opposite of that, my taste and sense of music is growing like a bacteria; It started off slow, but now keeps expanding at increasingly faster rates.
Several people have told me now that I'd probably be better off doing something with music. Be it as a producer, or a DJ at parties.
I've chosen to take this very seriously, and at least explore my options.
And it just so happens that the CEO of the company where I work has asked me to DJ at the next party they're gonna throw.

So I never stop to evolve, and if I have to give up on writing to find my spot in this world, then so be it.