I write things all of the time, just not with the sole intention of writing.
I run a TTRPG (Table Top Role Playing Game... Dungeons and Dragons is a TTRPG, for example) and I am constantly writing scenarios and back stories about the characters the players meet. Plus, I am toying with the idea of creating this as a real game that I could market. So, I have been writing back stories and tales about the group for that.
Writing has always been something that allowed me to express myself and to try and communicate those things that meant something to me. But, I finally just played out on it. My entire attempt as an actor/writer/singer/musician/director/editor/producer/etc. was a futile thing, and the weight of my failure makes it difficult to find an motivation for any of it any more.
Hell, I am about to go sell my babies because of it (1977 Fender Telecaster and Yamaha G-Series Nylon acoustic). The only reason I have not done so already is that I am pretty sure I will faint while doing it. I get light-headed just thinking about it, even though I have not played either one in years. When I part with those instruments that will be irrefutable proof that my dreams, my goals, and my life were a waste of time and I should have passed a long time ago. My husband is not happy about it, since he knows what is going to happen to me once this is done, but we are too broke and we need to do this.
Sometimes it just astounds me.... complete failure was not an option I had entertained when I was younger. Adaptations? Sure. Adjustments? Inevitable, really. But, complete failure?
I guess I was/am very delusional, because I did not see that coming. 
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