Interesting... myself, I have forgot to struggle, forgot to strive, forgot to worry about much of anything at all. Hence I have additionally lost any creativity of late, kind of like a mushroom which no longer grows, it's purpose apparently fulfilled and nothing left to do but whither away slowly. At this point I don't really know if I ever was "myself", but just a series of weather changes as the seasons passed.
My own guitar stands and stares at me, wondering why I never learned to play it so much as play with it. Hey, maybe that storm is yet to come?