It struck me that this is how I lost my passion in art. It slowly ceased to excite me as I gradually enjoy it less myself. Back in the days when I did it for fun, no matter how unimpressive it may be to others, I still went on. It was until years ago my aim diverted to praise and digits on the net working on art brought pain to myself.
Maybe I would pick it up again, for myself. Maybe not because of my short term memory.
Bless the mangaka and author.