Imagine a shop. One day, someone breaks its windows. The owner thinks, Man, that’s a little messed up. Why would someone do something like that? He repairs the windows and resumes business.

Then someone breaks the windows again. The owner thinks, Okay, this is just some bad luck. But it is what it is, fix the windows and move on with life. There’s no way it could happen again.

But then it happens again. The owner thinks, Okay, this is getting weird. Do people have some kind of problem with my shop? Some kind of vendetta against me?

He starts to take some safety measures, like bars on the window, surveillance cameras, but it still happens. Someone breaks the windows, again and again and again.

And finally, the shop owner realizes, Maybe I’m just not wanted here. This business isn’t for me.

So he shuts down his windowless shop and retreats into the darkness.

That’s me. I’m the shop owner, and the shop was my heart.