Life in my sketch book

I enjoy drawing.
I have a tendency to draw eyes quite a bit more than anything else.
I am attracted to the eyes, "the windows to the soul".
The fact of the matter is that most of our human expressions are more so focused around the eyes than any other feature of the face.
The furrow of a brow, the crows feet when smiling, and of course tears for whatever reason.
There are plenty more examples.
Eyes are what we look to for acceptance, and when someone looks away from us, we can feel dejected.
This is supposed to be about drawing...
I feel somewhat at a loss for inspiration when it comes to drawing. I want to improve and see my style change and grow. Though I am inspired often by the work of others it is also intimidating to draw after seeing something so well done and complete. I lack the same talent and this discourages me a bit. This isn't to say that it completely turns me from art but I just don't feel as inclined to draw when I cannot draw as someone else.
It's a tricky subject for me. I both do and do not care to draw like someone else. There are several professional artists I admire, and am inspired by and do take a few style directives from. I feel as though it is the less well known artists that I struggle with taking the same inspiration from, their talent seems raw and unaltered and though I know most of them took time to get where they are now. The end results I currently see are what becomes to me, a road block in my own creativity.
I'm probably not explaining this well.
This is more so written for me than anyone else however.