I used to really like playing chess. It was a lot of fun and I spent a bit of time studying to get better. But then one day I actually started to hate it, so I stopped. The change from love to hate was gradual, almost undetectable from day to day, but it was there. I think the patience I had for it just slipped away, and frustrations build up over time. I remember the day I decided "no that's it, no more I am finished", I felt relieved. Like a stone lifted from my back. I did not play chess for at least 14 years. I sometimes look at chess programs for the computer, or people playing each other and a comforting sense of the past creeps into my mind. Maybe just a friendly game, maybe just a few I think. No. That era is done. Strange how we let stuff like that happen. Stuff that is so inconsequential, so meaningless in the "grand scheme of things", yet we let it become a major part of our lives, even if for a little while. I wonder if I had given up chess a bit earlier, before I started to really hate it, if I could have went back?
Did any of you guys have something you liked/loved to do and hated it? Did you stop before hand? Could you go back?