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There is this one time where everything that is important to you suddenly seems like a burden and a chore to do.

Suddenly, you lose all the acceleration. No brakes applied. and you stop. right there. in the middle of the street. car full of petrol with your wipers still moving left to right.

Strange, you were moving at such a leisurely pace before this. Somehow, every time you prod your car forward, it just doesn't want to move smoothly, as if it's a petrol engine running on those cheap diesel fuel distilled in one of your uncles illegal backside seedy fuel distillation factory.

Which bring us back to the subject here.

How long can i go on? I love this work. Really. But somehow, somewhere along the line. I lost something.

I don't think that i'm doing a good job anymore. And it doesn't fit if i were to continue working if i can't make myself useful at it at all.

Questions in my mind these days: " To quit? or not to quit?"